Without a Voice

This is how it is for people who are socially awkward.

Sweaty palms with an irratic pulse
As I am faced with a giant crowd
People who look like they belong
Imposing confidence is what beholds me
Beautiful faces and hair of gold
With an uneven breath and a quiver in my voice
I try to reach out to one of you
To not look like some lost puppy
But with no such luck
Those words I just said
Sounded much better in my head
You turn away from me and to your friends you talk
And if they ask, you just brush me off
Saying that I'm just a weirdo who doesn't belong
I don't Have a voice to be heard
And like a ghost, I'm gone

Author's Note

This may not have perfect grammar, but it's the thought that counts, right? Please tell me what you though and if I can improve anything. Thank you for your time.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I like it, the poem could be about a character that listens and does not try to persistently impose to annoy.

[Dushyant Patni]

I think the lack of any formal structure or strict grammar actually benefits your poem. As a fellow sufferer of social anxiety, I found this poem to be very apt.
The self-consciousness and the wrought nerves are very effectively demonstrated. So, good work, I think you managed to convey what you were trying to say well. Keep it up. :)

[Savannah2456]

Thank you, it is nice to be understood.

[Dushyant Patni]

You're welcome.