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.