Trapped in a room of twenty-nine,
when I arrive I just want to leave.
They think I'm rude or weird,
they don't know I need to breathe.
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Keep to yourself and read alone,
twiddling fingers, sweaty hands.
They think I have a problem,
they just don't understand.
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Questions of how I don't talk,
they make me want to flee.
They expect a solid answer,
they don't know it hurts me.
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Stomach churns at new faces,
I get stamped with a "shy".
They think they actually know me,
they have no idea why.
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No one wants to approach me,
I have a face of stone.
They say they're giving me space,
they think "lonely" is "alone".
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Few are kind to talk to me,
but they make me feel so small.
They say it's just a joke or a game,
they don't know me at all.
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Hand up, group project and spotlight,
I say I'll do it but I don't.
They really think this will help me,
they have no clue that it won't.
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And so I repeat this cycle,
every week in these five days.
They are the ones who made this system,
they are why I feel this way.