People surround me. 

Whispers, laughs, and stares fill up my head

They wont be quiet

Be quiet 

Oh Lord shut up

But they don't understand what's wrong.

The idea of talking to new people

It makes me sick

I hate talking to people.

At times I feel like im falling 

Falling into an abyss filled with the feeling of your foot being asleep.

Can't they see there's something wrong?

Fear fills my head

Those voices won't be quiet

Oh God please shut up. 

I want to scream but I feel trapped in my head.

So I just talk 

Acting like everything is okay is my specialty.