When I talk, you say I talk too much.
When I don't, you ask if something is wrong.
So what do I say?
What do I do?
Because it seems like I can't please anyone.
You all stare at me with judgmental eyes; like you know what's up.
Like you know what it's like:
To over analyze every word that comes out of your mouth
To over analyze your performance and how you did while "socializing"
To try and avoid awkwardness
To try and fit in,
So that they don't ask you that dreaded question.
"What's wrong".
I'm sorry that I don't have much to say.
I'm sorry that I force myself to talk at times, and that I blurt out stupid things.
I'm sorry for ;
Not being worthy of your presence.
Not meeting up to your standards.
Being silent.
But what do you want me to say?
What do you expect me to do?
I have nothing to utter,
For the words can't roll off my tongue;when I feel the tears fighting their way through.
In all honesty I'm weak,
I'm tired,
I've tried and failed so many times.
My silence reflects my struggle.
I am no longer standing,
I am crawling to find a way out.
