People Poem by Laura Hasenberg

I hate talking to people
well, not my friends.
I like them
I hate talking to the help
center over the phone
and I hate calling into a
restaurant to see if there's
any room.
I can't do it. I'll embarrass
myself.
I'll make a mess of my words
and I'll be the joke they tell to
their coworkers.
I've heard it's not supposed
to be embarassing to
ask for, , no pickles' or ask for
a ride, but I know I can never
get it right.
It's easy you know.
Human decency.
Social interactions.
But I can't tlak to strangers.
I just can'tinteract to others on my own.