Uncomfortable

May 8, 2019

Parties aren't my thing.

There's something about big crowds

That makes me shut down.

I'm uncomfortable.

Sometimes I just want to crawl under a table.

Everyone's closing in.

I can't even think.

So please...

Just back away and let me breathe.

I know I tend to push people out,

And I don't like to stand out,

I'm sorry, but just give me space.

I'm uncomfortable.

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