Why am I scared, To meet new people? Is it the fear of rejection, Or maybe the stench of my breath? My darting eyes? My tenacious way of speaking, Or how I never let up on the jokes? Maybe it is because I am old, Or that I have no life, Whatever it is, I suffer some bad xenophobia, And love the corner, And may never know what social is, But can have fun, Right?
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