Sometimes I wonder if everyone is just braver than I am.
I feel isolated.
No, I cannot logically blame anyone else. I can't.
I am scared of people.
Why am I so scared of people?
If you asked me to write a poem,
about the beauty of diversity,
I could.
But I'm still scared.
I'm still scared of people.
Why am I scared?
Scared of people.
There's a lie that's taken root
that I could never be loved.
Why am I scared?
I'm so scared.
How am I going to survive?
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