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social anxiety
As i walk into the public
my body feels so small,
as if i were a speck of sand
in the middle of space ,
i dont belong here ,
why did i have to come here?,
my stomach curls and knots,
i wonder what they think
as they see me walk by them?,
the thoughts keep racing,
my mind is constantly thinking
of every move i make ,
my hands shake.
when one speaks to me
i cant find the words to reply,
i cant look at them,
i try to block them out the best i can
but theres no point it never works,
some think im stuck up.
some think im just shy.
some think im strange .
some think .... what do they really think?
my body feels so small,
as if i were a speck of sand
in the middle of space ,
i dont belong here ,
why did i have to come here?,
my stomach curls and knots,
i wonder what they think
as they see me walk by them?,
the thoughts keep racing,
my mind is constantly thinking
of every move i make ,
my hands shake.
when one speaks to me
i cant find the words to reply,
i cant look at them,
i try to block them out the best i can
but theres no point it never works,
some think im stuck up.
some think im just shy.
some think im strange .
some think .... what do they really think?
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