I don't start conversations
because I feel like I'm being annoying.
I feel like I'm being clingy and desperate
and that no one will care,
but rather look for an escape route.

I don't walk up to people
because I feel like I'm being intrusive.
I wasn't invited, so what right do I have to approach them
and try to mingle?

I don't say much
because I don't feel right
burdening other people with my thoughts
or my problems.
They're mine; I should suffer them alone.

I don't ask for anything
because I feel like I'm being needy.
Others shouldn't have to provide for me,
even when I cannot provide for myself.
I should be able to take care of it
and fix things on my own.

I don't put myself in the spotlight
because who am I to strut around as a peacock?
Besides, I'll probably only end up making a fool of myself.

I don't compliment myself
because I feel like I'm being so vain.
So conceited.
So arrogant.
So I won't believe your compliments either.

I don't come around you much
because I'm afraid you'll get sick of me.
You'll catch a glimpse of my darkest secrets
and run,
or you'll realize that what you like about me
isn't really that likeable at all.

I don't get close to people
because I know they'll see me for what I am,
and decide they don't want to put up with me.
I wouldn't blame them.

I don't
because it's easier that way
to protect myself from the hurt.