Meeting new people:  it is a strange and fearsome thing.  You let another person into your heart and you begin to care about how they see you.  She lies on her bed and the room is a plaster cast around her.  She thinks about them thinking about her.  What prejudgements are they formulating, what's the verdict?  She thinks about what she has said, and, more so, the way she has said it.  Was her tone of voice too loud, too forceful?  Did she laugh too much, so it seemed insincere?  Does she care if they think she is intelligent or not?  

You think me proud, but I am shrinking.
She closes her eyes and lets Ani DiFranco wash over her.

distance shows your silhouette
to be
a lot like mine
a sphere
yes a sphere
and all that's here
has been here all the time

- chronicmalcontent