Talking. Making conversations. Giving advice. Communication.
She’s the worst at that.
She tries, though.
But she thinks it’s not enough.
Observing people was made a habit instead
So, she realized then and there,
That people treated her differently than others.
She watches how people go with their conversations easily.
But with hers, there’s a tinge of uneasiness you can’t miss.
She tries. She really tries.
But how can they talk about the same thing with others but react so differently with her?
Most of the times, within the dark corners of her room,
She thinks that maybe, just maybe,
She’s better off alone.
No awkward talking, no forcing to make conversations, no communication.
Isolated inside the deep depths of her mind.
It’s not healthy, she knows.
But they can’t force her anymore, can they?