Sitting down alone.
Who can lift my spirits?
Wondering who cares about me?
Your friends treat you like crap.
Just cause your an extrovert.
I'm shamed about who I am.
I cry.
I sit.
I look.
My anxiety makes me quiver.
I feel sick to my stomach.
I shake, I groan.
I'm woozy.
Why?
All my family says I'm great but if I was great then where are my friends.
Tears fill my eyes.
But I am unable to cry.
Words feel as if they can't escape my mouth.
I'm to weak.
As my lip quivers and my hands shake, I turn pale and close my eyes trying to go to another world.
I am...