It might be in my imagination or a thought that sticks in my mind, When you walk in a crowded room it’s hard to be able to trust any human of kind . 

You smile and walk through the crowd , hoping your silence isn’t too loud . You’re wanting to get to your destination , without anyone bumping into you for what feels like for desperation.

Desperation - to get a glimpse of you , for when you leave the room they talk about stories that are possibly not true .

Everyone starting to assume you’re anti-social, you’re trying to figure out the atmosphere you’re in and avoiding to be vocal .

Everyone in their tiny groups talking , you see their heads turn while the next person’s walking . 

You understand why you like to be in a group of few , a tiny circle that you can trust to be true .

 

This society has gone mad , when you look about you it’s people dragging others down which is so sad . They wonder why you don’t want to mix , all they’re bothered about is getting the gossip fix . 
I keep here hoping my silence isn’t to loud , I move myself out the view of the crowd . 

I escape and hide away from society ,

enjoy time alone, disconnect from the world ,

people may think this is called social anxiety .