oceansigh

It may seem at times I have Little to offer when it comes To the art of conversing, Opting to remain in the shadows Rather than to put myself Directly in the centre like most. Often any type of social situation Is like a conflict zone in my eyes; The amount of loud noises bubbling From the throats of others, it's like The consistent beat of a war drum. As for any arguments, I feel as if I'm caught in the firing line, the Persistent sense of unease underling The coat of my stomach triggers me To turn tail and run for cover. On the facade I'm a mere lone wolf, Aloof, wanting nothing more than the Entire room to lapse into silence. I place no