Black Walls

This poem is when I am facing when it comes to communicating with others.

Walking into a room full of the hopefuls. My stomach was tied in a knot. I'm sweating like it has been raining on my head. Meeting new people was like a job for me. I get unimportant questions in my head. Why are they here? Why am I here? Black walls, why would anyone want to paint them black? Am I going to be trapped in the box?

I couldn't talk, I was afraid that I might say something stupid. I prayed and asked The Good Lord to help me with this. To help me to get over this fear. To really stand out, to be more friendly. To talk more about the movies, the daily tasks, the daily routines, life, God. The works. To not allow my thoughts run my life. To break free.

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