on every road we cross alone, we're thinking of those we left back home.
I wouldn’t say I’m anti-social or awkward, although I legitimately feel that way at times. I’m just shy. It’s been my obstacle ever since I can remember. I can’t say anything when I know there’s a crowd anticipating my words or actions, which naturally implies that I am not good in public speaking. I’ve been told to audition for poetry competitions as early as second grade, but I clam up each and every time and I just do not have that confidence. And when I do try to be outgoing and fluid, it shows. It’s obvious. It’s painful to watch. I just want to get over that stage-fright and be outgoing. Because I feel like if I do, I might be able to achieve great things and finally have people say I’m definitely my dad and mom’s kid.