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
Poetry & Self-Awareness 
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