Social Anxiety

Extrovert with social anxiety Sometimes pretending to be happy I can’t write this under the dead tree That’s why I can’t finish my own story It’s so hard to be in a crowd When you're still carrying that doubt I’m full of regrets for the past few years A drop of my tears I’m crying inside I just want to feel that I died Keep surviving Trying to handle my feelings I don’t know But I feel that I need to go To the place where I belong Hearing my favorite song Where I can feel at ease Song of peace I made a huge mistake A path that I’ll take I found the beginning But I’m still processing © Domar Esmabe