This is what's wrong with me

I walk down the empty road as a single car glides past I keep my head down as to avoid eye contact I wonder if they saw my eyes, how they are filled with fear. Not many people understand what the problem is here. I have a social disorder that makes it hard to speak Even if I know there's nothing wrong still it makes me weak. I try to fight it but I can't hide it it sits upon my sleeve It haunts every conversation, every word, every line I can't understand why this problem had to be mine. I want so badly to walk amongst the fearless But I have a burden so big and bad It hurts to have to hear this I wish I was a normal person, no depression or anxiety But this is what I am, according to society