#socialanxiety poems on Hello Poetry

Tyler Phillips Oct 2015

Content

A moment,
less significant than this,
Drenched in apathy and meaning,
Absolution found - in rolling eyes,
To usurp the sense of confidence,
Enduring, to be unearthed,
Eventually

#depression #drugs #anxiety #****** #socialanxiety #opiates

KD Sep 2015

It's sadly me |Social Anxiety|

People don't seem to get how I feel at all
and no matter how hard I try to explain it it's like continually walking into a wall

I tried telling them about when I see people outside
and I get the urge to talk to them but it gets overruled by the bigger urge to hide

Or how I could feel like buying pizza or chocolate
but then I remember I have to talk to the person behind the counter and I figure it's better to wait

I get excited about a party but when I have to go out of the door
I always somehow end up staying at home, no wonder I never get any invitations anymore

If I see people I recognize on the street
I tend to back off and run away if it is possible instead of just greet

I have to call doctor? Oh no!
It doesn't matter, I tell myself, I don't really need to go

People usually don't understand my fear
and just because it isn't visible to you doesn't mean it's not here

But I understand why they don't get me
because who is so excited about being around people yet too afraid to actually be?

Yeah that's true, it's sadly me

#fear #sad #depression #lonely #anxiety #socialanxiety

Ally Jul 2015

The scared innocent (Copyright by owner)

The silence will speak,
The darkness may fall,
But no one understands me,
No, not at all

The class think I'm quiet,
I try not to speak out,
But when I get chosen,
I begin to have doubt

My hands start to shake,
Heart will beat fast,
Palms start to sweat,
Though I try to relax...

I open my mouth,
To try and reply,
My mind will go blank,
And my mouth will go dry.

Outside, in the yard,
My friends, they will speak,
I try to take part,
But no... (I'm too weak)

I remember one time,
I went to a gig,
My friends met new people,
And I just felt sick.

The reason for this,
I was not getting ill,
I was simply just scared...
That's all.

#poem #anxiety #socialanxiety #copyright #scaredinnocent

Daron Bigby May 2015

Water

Learning how to swim was the most traumatic skill I ever learned
Sure, if I ever found myself on a sinking ship I could survive
But I don’t consider playing in water a source of a good time
I don’t really go to beaches, I don’t like going to pools, hell I don’t even like drinking water
I had this mental complex that water displaced any confidence I ever had in myself
I had this afraid to die complex, and any time I was in the water
It felt like I was swimming laps around my own grave

I remember when I thought I didn’t like people
So I never went to parties unless I was dragged to them
I was an inflatable lounge chair in this pool of faceless people
Aimlessly floating, passively wishing someone would sit with me
My friends would ask me to jump off the diving platform and loosen up
But just the thought of opening my mouth made me feel like drowning
I would stand on that platform, look over the edge
and I thought, what if they laughed because I said hi instead of hello?
I could only imagine free falling awkwardly into the water
failing to break the surface tension with the weight of my awkwardness

I would find myself flailing underwater, not sure which way was up
I couldn’t breathe, my oxygen tanks critically low on air
My mind was blaring sirens, a red alert that I will die
I need air, I need air, I freaking need air
All of these people are using up my freaking air
I need to get out of here now, I got to go, I got to leave
I need some space, please, just get away from me

My head broke the surface, I took hastened gasps of life
And I realized, I hadn’t said a word to these people
You see, the thing about my anxiety and its attack on my body
Is that I get asphyxiated on situations that haven’t happened yet

I learned how to tread water by accident
My body learned that you can’t drown if you just keep moving
I was a buoy in the ocean, a beacon for lost souls trying to find their way home
But you see buoys, which are guides to misplaced navigators
Expend their purpose when others find what they were looking for
Then they are left alone, with no place to call their own
Like a captain at the helm without the beauty of the moon
Happiness is about as buoyant as the Titanic in April
I saw my hopes sink with every crashing wave
Becoming acutely aware of a quiet thats supposed to be peaceful
Yet the silence of the night casted a shadow on my self-worth
Leaving me spinning in a whirlpool of my destructive inner dialogue
And suddenly, I was just tired of treading water
The muscles in my body begged to give up trying
My body was just the twisted shipwreck of a voyage I no longer wished to take
And when I finally stopped moving, I slipped under the waves
I remember thinking this water and my tears have the exact same taste
I was done, there was no reason to keep treading
Through an ocean that was no longer worth swimming in

But remember, I have that afraid to die complex
I was swimming laps around my grave but had no intention to lay in it
My friends found me floating hopelessly in my misery
Climbed inside my head and kicked my depression in the teeth
They reminded me that I can’t drown if I just keep moving
Because I am still here, so I just kept treading

A poem describing a time where social anxiety and depression nearly consumed me.

#depression #water #socialanxiety

Liz Apr 2015

Is it warm in here? or is it just me?

keep me in mind
when I am hidden.
when I keep myself away,
from the burning light of day.

It's burnt away my nerves,
I can't feel a thing.
Numb to the world,
but feeling in the cold.

I've said it a thousand times,
I'll say it a thousand more.
I'm not the type to laugh,
I'll always shut the door.

So the cold is where I stay,
I can't sleep when it's warm.
I feel myself on fire,
always starting a new war.

Oh sunshine,
please die.
stop mocking my frostbite,
stop torching all desire.

Why won't you listen?
have you no ears?
I've been this way since birth,
I'll be this way for years.

I told you I'm not human.
I'm not the way I should be.
the tundra behind my bedroom door,
it's swallowed me.

Please don't forget about me.
I'm dying to leave.
I'm dying for someone to reach out,
instead I'm dying from greif.

Let's build a fire,
not the kind that kills.
But to melt the ice,
that's been holding me against my will.

Rather, just let me burn.
I'll turn to dust,
I'll drift away,
It's all a deadly lust.

Don't let me run,
tie me tight.
I need the fire,
but I think I might die.

#fire #anxiety #cold #socialanxiety

Love-evans Apr 2015

Anxiety 4/2/15

My entire life has felt like suffocating. The idea of standing in front of people has only caused mental breakdowns and tears.
Suffocating- Something I've began to find comforting. When asphyxia sinks in, closing myself off, and escaping is the only thing that makes it okay.
Screaming, kicking and self inflicted bruises. I want to be numb, but drugs is not an option, and the idea of drowning my sorrows in alcohol terrifies me.
It is times like these when I need someone most. When there is something I can't control, words become harder to find. When everyone seems to take a little longer to talk to me, mentally I begin to drown.
A daily battle found within the screaming confines of my mind.; A pressing weight pounding against my lungs, causing my massive inability to breath.
I am about to explode, Like a ticking time bomb of discomfort and suppressed adrenaline.

Not any more.

#drugs #anxiety #mental #selfharm #disorders #socialanxiety #adrenaline

Aljen deGuzman Apr 2015

Talking Out of My ***

There are people who tend to either ramble
or stay silent when they’re nervous.
I am unfortunately one of those people
who just won’t shut up when nervous.
Nervous rambling makes me say stupid things
like the sky is red or my shoes are purple
when the sky is clearly blue and my shoes are
clearly black. I might have a conversation with someone
about sports and suddenly say, “You should totally
play this video game.” There are days where I’ll put
on a mask and pretend that I have confidence.
One of those days where I felt like I took
a few too many shots of something strong and
gain the false confidence of talking to that girl
that I’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes.
While I’m walking towards this girl, my mind
screams for me to stop. My body won’t stop.
While I’m talking to her, I tell myself to shut up.
Instead of shutting up, I talk out of my *** and
recite a poem about how I can’t shut up.

#awkwardness #socialanxiety

Misfitkilljoy Mar 2015

I

I am a snail I like to go slow and stay behind.
I wish I was a video tape so I could hit rewind.
I'm not the person I used to be.
I hate that I feel like it's just me.
I am a turtle and I hide in my shell.
I do not like it when people yell.
I do not like the outside.
I just stay home and say at least I tried?
I am a rat you may not even know I'm there.
It's okay I know you don't even care.
I know all I do is fear it .
But I haven't lost all of my spirit.

#afraid #alone #anxiety #scared #me #shy #shyness #socialanxiety

mrs kite Mar 2015

Cultural Roundhouse

I don’t know which spoon to use
Or where to put my shoes

I don’t know which hand to shake
Or how to drink my soup

I don’t know which cheek to kiss
Or if I need to bow

I don’t which blouse I should be wearing
Or which holy psalm to recite

I have never been able to make small talk
Or make people feel at ease

I don’t even know my biological traditions
How will I ever learn these?

#isolation #culture #socialanxiety