Everywhere I go
I watch the floor
Each crack and line memorized
as i scan them.
feet shuffle behind, scuffing them
leaving new marks to find
someone speaks.
my mind screams to look
but,
i cant.
theres the crack,
the spot,
the scuff,
and all words fall on deaf ears;
and my feet shuffle on
why does tile hold my mind?
why cant i look you in the eyes?
social anxiety makes it hard to talk to people