Just Me Being Silly Guys

I see you, myself, do you too?

I see you get along, see you chit chat like it's the only thing you know.
I see you boldly approach each other, laugh without restraint.
Yet here I stand, beside you all, yet behind you all.
In your shadows, I see myself.
I see myself, unable to grasp how easy it is for you to communicate and to connect, unable to see patterns of a community that is whole.
All I manage to find, groups of people who get along, people who are of the same type.
Yet I see myself, the opposite, unknowing how to adapt to this type.
I see you, supporting within your circle of the same type.
I don't see you supporting my type as much, your backs turned on me, keeping silent.
I see you praise each other, push each other to improvement.
I see myself left behind, left of praise and improvement pushing.
I see myself, restraining my character.
I see myself, trying to fit in, trying to copy you.
I see myself, failing miserably.
I see them, do they see me?