I do not fear the usual
Like monsters under my bed
Or flying in a plane
What makes my palms sweat
And my heart thrum
And my body shake
Instead, is quite small
And most don’t understand
The fear it causes
Knocking on a stranger’s door
Asking customer service for help
Or making a phone call
Answering a question wrong
Picking up a prescription
And ordering fast food
Simple tasks that anyone can do
That should be easy
Make me squirm
Anxiety doesn’t choose obvious fears
That other people will understand
And help me with
Anxiety chooses the little things
That no one will really get
And maybe they’ll think it’s weird
So I’m left standing all alone
In a grocery store or super market
Terrified out of my mind
living the life with social anxiety