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I’m scared of socializing 

I’m scared of spiders 

I’m scared of heights

I’m scared of big spaces 

I’m not a man,

just a scared cat

I don’t think I ever can

be able to be that

courageous 

I’m not strong

like the others 

I can’t lift

I can’t comfort 

I get scolded for being useless

When all I do is fruitless 

I’m sorry I can’t assist

because all I do is exist

When I try to help,

it all goes wrong

I’m nothing like a man

like in those songs

I’m not like a cool superhero

My usefulness is absolute zero

I just sit and stare

While I take up air

What is my purpose in life?

To be scared of a knife?

I’m scared of roller coasters 

I’m scared of toasters (kinda)

Why am I even here?

When all I do is fear 

I feel like a waste of space

Always last in a race

I’m not Batman 

with his smarts

I’m not the Superman 

with his kind heart

I will always be a quarter of what others tend to be