I feel like I don't fit in
With the crowd I face each day
They call me in but never mean it
So I guess I will just stay.
Stay inside my world
wrapped securely in bubble wrap
So no one, NO ONE can hurt me
Or berate me for feeling the way I do.
Antisocial, I've been called a few times
Introvert, I guess I've well crossed that line
Reserved, well that's just an understatement
Scared, that's my unfortunate predicament.
Scared I may not be good enough
Scared I may just be welcomed out of pity
Scared I may be over thinking the whole thing
Scared I may be thinking just the right amount.
Drowning in my thoughts, I made my mind
Leaving the groups and friends behind
I see their pictures, parties and hangouts
They leave me burning in my doubts.
Was I right to shut people out?
Did I misjudge what their smiles were about?
I overcomplicate everything I join in
Maybe that's exactly why I don't fit in.
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