Social Anxiety

Social anxiety

It’s so simple, but it can ruin lives

My life

People talking feels like heavy metal blasting in my ears

I can’t hear

Their words get scrambles into alphabet soup

But I don’t speak alphabet soup

So I stare blankly into their eyes

Hoping they won’t notice—but they always do

Looking around the room I see bright smiling faces looking at me

They form a blur

A blur of bright colors on clothes and smiles on faces

I freeze

Lay my head on my desk and close my eyes

Nothing will stop, but I’m safe on my desk

Safe from people talking

Safe from acting normal

This poem is about: 
Me

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