Buzz my face once more,
I have no great thoughts to soar.
Through my voice which is toast
Against my will to be this host.
Another family vocation wasted
A smile, to pretend, so much mistaken.
Too bad they know not of me
Assume they think less of me.
Let this burn become more pain but I'll try and wait
For this social anxiety to dissipate.
So true and feelings.. I like it great work Krista
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm guessing your inspiration for this poem was my poem 'Social Anxiety.'