Outside it's cold, dark & lonely
Inside it's warm, light, friendly
I'm standing outside looking in,
Wishing I could be one of the crowd
But scared to walk inside
And scared to be outside alone.
As I think to myself,
Other people walk in and out
Going about their normal lives.
But I stand in front of the door,
Not knowing what to do.
If I go inside will they accept me?
Will I be one with the crowd?
Or will I be pushed back outside?
I don't know what will happen because
I'm to scared to find out.
I wish I could walk in and
Out like other people.
But I can't. I'm too afraid to find out.
So I stand there, as you walk past me looking at me
Wondering what I'm doing here,
And why I've come to this strange place.
If I knew why I was here,
I wouldn't be standing outside in the cold.
But I don't know why, so I'm out here.
Will you help me find a way inside?
It's about social phobia..
 WatchTheSunDie · Sun Jan 07, 2007 @ 07:58am · 1 Comments |
