LOST

I never would have thought I would be here, In a room full of strangers.  Someone who has probably mastered the art of overthinking,  I sat among those people, who glanced around with intimidating looks.  And soon my heart beat picked up and  my nails dug deeper into my palms. 

With having no idea what to say and thinking constantly what they have to say,  I sat there with a finger on my lip. I sat there thinking "what if they don't like me? " or " What if I'm not good enough? " or "what if I say something wrong? " or "what do they think about me" Analysing every step and letter a million times before I say it, taking small cautious steps, I still don't get what to do with all these thoughts clouding my head. 

Feeling extremely restricted, and curbed and vulnerable and helpless;  I sat there uttering not a single word  Even in front of these strangers who are actually people I see everyday, people whom I speak to everyday, people who I meet everyday,  I still don't get the confidence to trust myself in front of them,  So I sat there uttering not a single word with these wild jumbled pieces of a maze clouding my world.