Alone in a crowd,
That describes me.
My screams are not loud,
My mind is not free.
I just don’t fit in,
With all of the rest.
I don’t like the din,
I like quiet the best.
So I stay home,
With my favorite things.
It’s so hard to roam,
Into crowds a party brings.
Alone is not what I want to be,
So, I try not to be lonely or blue.
Someday I may beat this anxiety,
And let my true self finally shine through.
Ken_W_Writer’s Stories and Poems 
I love this, I have learned to manage my anxiety as a friend and pretend its a good things that lurks to keep me safe lol but the truth is I hate it and I also hate extroverts out of jealousy ❤ Nice write you have hear dear 🙂
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Thank you and I agree with everything you just said! 😁
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