I need to run,
It's not quite panic,
But it's not fun.
Something happens,
I need to breathe,
I can't stand each foreign gaze,
I need to leave.
As strong as I am,
I can't do small talk,
Social anxiety maybe?
Introverted extrovert clearly.
I'm the life of the party,
Laughing dancing and having fun,
Then something clicks and I come undone,
An uncontrollable need to hide from everyone.
It's something like safety that I seek,
Quiet and still and absolutely necessary,
Left alone with no one to see,
Please, please don't look at me.
I can't really explain it,
Maybe it's the intensity,
An assault on my senses,
Hypersensitivity?
Learning to understand the introverted extrovert in me,
Please excuse me,
But I need to leave,
I need a quiet space to breathe.
