Sometimes I am the most difficult in the room 
I become the one so overflooded with my thoughts
I react to myself so judgementally
And not at full peace.
In which I should be
When I’m with people I should be comfortable with
My difficulties sometimes become too difficult
To be in the presence of
When I don’t understand I’m loved
When I don’t know I’m wanted 
When I feel like reassurance will solve it.

My not knowing of being 
Is simply too much in my head,
And not settled within the nook of my neck.
Only twigging my shoulder
Into becoming more held over,
My place of steadiness.