A man of few words.

I choose to be quiet,
Though I have so much to say,
I fear no one wants to hear it anyway.
I have ideas to share,
Fear they are too stupid for you to care.
Fear what others see as a piece of cake,
Is a problem for me that keeps me awake.

Always overthinking, forever in panic,
By the time I decide what to say,
You already move on to the next topic.
Should come as no surprise to y'all,
I prefer messages over calls.
Calls are sudden,
Your words are like bullets from a gun,
There's nowhere to hide,
While my thoughts choke me up,
Like drowning in a turbulent tide.

Socializing was tough enough,
And then came social media,
Keyboard warriors typing away,
Peeps putting pics everyday,
Of toned legs and muscles flexed,
While I sit there in awe, perplexed.
Even a Like button has different options,
Which one to choose is a big mystery,
Writing a comment equals a battle in history,
Every word typed is a small victory.

Though I speak less,
I can see your mess.
I feel your pain when you are hurt,
Wish to give a hug but often end up being curt,
I stay aloof rather than be called a pervert,
Guess I have trust issues,
But what can I do,
I'm just an introvert.