Guise

a first person look at living introvertedly

Even afloat in a crowd
I am so lost
where to go and can I go?
I have no way to escape
everybody is blocking the exits
ultimately adding to the torture
that is my anxiety
clouded with the uncertainty that I may never
get out
so I will give in and pretend
I will put on my mask
my grand façade and I see if I can weave around and leave behind
these pretentious fools that look to
impede my way
have I really come to despise my own tongue
for its lack of speech
or is it the envy that I harbor
for those who can weave illustrious tapestries without end
with their proficiency of elocution
honestly I cannot recall
this has been all I’ve known for so long
silence is my companion
and a sweetened face
my only guise