Socially awkward, when I’m surrounded, I’m such a misfit

They look so comfortable, I feel like I don’t fit

I’m not used to crowds, I’ll admit

My lonely thoughts I need to dismiss

Not everyone is bad, but that’s what I always predict

Socially awkward, even when I resist

Socially awkward, no matter how much I persist

Socially awkward, no matter how much they insist

My curiosity and fear coexist

I want to stand, but I just sit

I’ve trusted a few hypocrites

It clouds my vision, it makes me awkward, and I throw a fit

Not everyone is bad, but that’s what I always predict

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