So this poem is about my anxiety,
It’s just so uncomfortable being me,
It’s people that I fear the most,
I really couldn’t be a host,
There’s so many things that run through my head,
Sometimes I think it would be easier not to get out of bed,
I panic at the sight of someone new,
It can feel like I’m trapped in a zoo,
I can feel them staring,
I can feel them glaring,
They’re trying to work me out,
What I’m all about,
I know that they’re judging,
So my words I start fudging,
They think I’m pathetic,
And they won’t be sympathetic,
I’m always the odd one out,
And I’m so scared they will shout,
See I’m easy to make cry,
You don’t really have to pry,
They know something’s wrong with me,
It’s so easy for everyone to see,
I’m the runt in the litter,
My personality doesn’t glitter,
To most people I can barely talk,
When they watch it affects my walk,
Most people can’t understand,
They have their social skills to hand,
They can’t see why I’m scared,
Why I am so unprepared,
And if they had a social blip,
It wouldn’t really make them dip,
But I would feel consumed,
My demons would have loomed,
And if this wasn’t enough,
I do find it quite tough,
There’s the guilt for feeling this,
And all the things it makes me miss,
The awkward silences I create,
The other person must hate,
But I just can’t take the chance,
That they will respond with a verbal lance,
I’m too scared to give it a go,
I didn’t ask for this phobia you know.