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,