It is crowded
But I stand alone
Squeezed by bodies
Outwardly I appear calm
But inside I'm shaking
Consciously reminding myself
To breath slowly
I am surrounded by talent
I am surrounded by attractiveness
I am surrounded by confidence
And some happiness
And I am surrounded by intelligence
But then there's me
Just me
My flaws thrust before my face
Imperfection in its whole
I feel weak and powerless
Why do I fill this space?
What good am I here?
Why must I face this anxiety?
I see people leaving and people coming
Yet here I am still
Trying to remain calm
I feel invisible
No one seems to see me
No wants to talk with me
What worth is this journey?
But upon asking this, a recollection emerges
My thoughts turn to my destination
At the faces that will greet me
And somehow that very thought calms me
So much that even my surroundings
Become less threatening
I am more patient
I am at peace
