Uncomfortable
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.
This poem is about:
Me