Dialogue

I have this superpower It's more like a curse I can hold conversations with people in my head But I can't do that in real life It's why I avoid people If there's no one there I don't have to struggle to talk to anyone I don't have to constantly look at my word count And worry if I'm reaching my word limit I know I shouldn't do that But I'm an over thinker I worry that I'll sound stupid Or people will look at me weird for the topics I'm passionate about "Did my joke fall flat?" "Should I say something?" "Should I know this? Why don't I know this?" So I stay silent In a world filled with noise, I alone stay silent That is my fatal flaw My own mind.