Misread: An Original Poem

Sometimes I worry about what others think

I speak in public and my face turns pink

I make a mistake

and my hands begin to shake

I sit down alone

and now I’m in the loser zone

and my head fills up with doubts

I look around but there’s no way out

so I just sit here all quiet instead

feeling all misread

like a book off the shelf

because it didn’t follow the rules supplied

but was sad when they wanted happy

and funny when they wanted sappy

and so

book, you lay forgotten

just lying there all rotten

feeling all out of sync with society

because no one seemed to like your variety
and now you have social anxiety.