When I’m in a crowd

I fucking panic

I resort to

As many jokes

As I can manage

To fit into

One conversation

They all flop

I embarrass myself

I say things I don’t believe

I say things I don’t mean

I usually end

With a thick accent

As one last

Desperate plea

To get the fuck outta there

And then

I’m alone again

No more crowds for Becky

No more crazy weird problems

Back to solace

Back to silence

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