The Horrors of an Introvert

May 1, 2012
I second guess each conversation
Berate myself for hours later
Over analyze my every word
After a single human interaction

It doesn't matter who
Or what, when, and why
You could just be an acquaintance
And I'd worry just the same

I fear I'll go insane
If this torturous routine
Continues on its daily pace
I think I'll self destruct

Sometimes I verge on screaming
At times I drive myself to tears
Panicking I've done it this time
Surely, I'm outcast now

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