Discomfort

I get pretty uncomfortable when people ask me to talk about myself. It’s a time to show off personality; express what makes one special. But, I forget my name and everything I know. I stare blankly into space only blinking and breathing. Wait, who am I again? What was it I wanted to say? Hadn’t I made a decision to put myself out there? Didn’t I want to be vulnerable? My confidence fades. I become a shadow. I shrink into nothingness. I am fog, steam, only a cold draft. I wish it were easier to know what I want and who I am. Why can’t I make the decisions? Am I asleep or awake? Maybe I’ve never been here; I’m only a figment of the imagination. Clap three times and I’ll be gone.