self-conciousness
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Meeting new people makes me anxious.
My hands fidget,
My eyes sweat.
Wait switch that around!
My thoughts aren’t straight,
Neither is my back.
My thoughts aren’t straight.
I already said that…
When I gaze in the mirror,
I cringe and turn away.
Must I look the way I do
Every single day?
I yell too often, speak too loud,
