burdensome?

In quiet moments,  
doubts rise within me,  
Am I too loud beneath these skies?  
Is my voice a melody  
or a distraction,  
an echo that intrudes?

I speak freely, sharing thoughts,  
but worry whispers softly,  
tying me in knots.  
Am I too open,  
too sincere?  
Is my honesty a burden  
or a gift?

I seek connection,  
long for laughter,  
yet the shadow of uncertainty looms.  
Do my words bring joy,  
or do they grate?  
Am I a nuisance,  
or simply me?

Each smile I catch,  
I hope it’s genuine,  
but fear creeps in,  
filling the space  
with silent questions.  
What if they tire  
of my chatter,  
my presence?  
What if I become  
the noise in the room?

So I tread lightly,  
navigating the space between  
being myself and blending in,  
wondering if friendship  
comes at a cost.  
In this worry,  
perhaps a lesson lies,  
in embracing who I am,  
finding strength in my voice,  
and learning that in the dance of connection,  
the beauty lies  
in both the noise  
and the quiet.  In the quiet moments, doubts arise,  
Am I too loud beneath these skies?  
My voice, a melody that may intrude,  
I wonder if I’m just a bothersome dude.  

With open heart, I share my thoughts,  
But fear whispers softly, tying me in knots.  
Am I too candid, too free with my mind?  
Or am I a burden, too hard to unwind?  

I seek connection, I long to engage,  
Yet worry I’m flipping a well-worn page.  
Do my words weave laughter, or do they annoy?  
Am I a nuisance, or a source of joy?  

Each smile I see, I hope it’s sincere,  
But the dread creeps in, filling me with fear.  
What if they tire of my chatter and cheer?  
What if my presence is more of a smear?  

So I tread lightly, with whispers and sighs,  
Questioning shadows that dance in my eyes.  
In the quest for belonging, I sometimes feel lost,  
Worried that friendship might come at a cost.  

But perhaps in this worry, a lesson does lie,  
 In being myself, I could reach for the sky.  
 For in sharing my spirit, the bond may grow tight,
  And I’ll learn to embrace both the dark and the light.

  Yet shadows still linger, and fears start to creep,
  As whispers of doubt pull me down into deep.
   In seeking connection, I felt so alive,
  But in the end, solitude's clutch may contrive.