The thought still remains

I walked and walked, a winding lane,

Each glance I met brought silent pain.
Not just one face, but many stare,
Do they judge me? Do they care?

Do they despise the words I say?
Or wish I’d kept them all away?
Did I offend, or speak too fast?
Would silence have been best to cast?

The questions echo, never end,
A storm of doubts I can’t defend.
Anxiety has a heavy cost,
Arrives when words are already lost.

Are these thoughts blessings or flaws?
No answer fits, no guiding laws.
Still, the puzzle won’t explain
The thought will forever remain.

Among the crowd, both near and far,
I sweat beneath their judging stare.
This burden makes me keenly see,
The world weighs heavily upon.

Is self-awareness a gift or a curse?
A truth I seek in every verse.
Though silence falls, one thing sustains
The thought, unanswered, still remains.