This doesn't happen to do with last week. It's just about a little social anxiety I have. It's the first thing I've written in about two weeks, a month. I can't remember the last time. And if felt good to do this one, even if it seems a little sad. I get to let the sadness out a bit and that's the good of it.

I've left words in the air
to die a-one too many times
I spend catch phrases, forget the words
lose the change, lose the lines

and I think I can say
this anxiety won't go away
yeah it's here to stay
but let me see the soul in your eyes
cause both of mine are closed
it's safe that way, no one knows
oh, why I do I drown in a sea of people?

Introvert, petrified, the silent jerk, unrecognized
and I don't want to care
still I see you standing there
and I wonder if you just want someone to talk to
like I do
I'm not good with words
but is there something I could do for you?
some dream I can make true

when you say my name, it's like your glowing
but is my name all you're knowing?
is there something you see in me
do you hear me shout out a silent plea
"Would someone know me today?"