Personality
I'm just twisted I'm an introvert But I'm talkative I hate big crowds But I talk a lot I can't seem To ever shut up Even if they're all strangers I just end up talking about her blisters Like my personality isn't matching My social anxiety is cramping Depression turns into another And then I'm all just reviving But what's the point of being me When all I can be is an angry bee I get called a yapping freak Except I just know I am unique! Although there are people who feels the same But what's the use if I'm not sane? I can feel pain like you so why leave me out? when Im just like you.
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