I wrote this about social anxiety and eye contact//
Black holes- JM
As kids, we were taught in science class,
That the pupil of the human eye sucks in surrounding light like a sponge.
But after years of missed social cues and misjudged stares from my peers.
I'm starting to think I was lied to.
Because when I'm forced to stare into eye sockets, intrude on souls filled with hopes dreams and memories of people who don't even know my name because that is what's deemed polite
I panic.
The room gets smaller, sounds get louder, and lights get brighter.
I fight my instincts to flee.
I freeze.
I've never understood the expression "deer in headlights" before.
But when everybody's staring into my past like I'm a flashback in a seedy cheap, running-out-of-ideas, show on the TV
When I'm stripped naked and vulnerable, stripped of my armour, my dignity and my pride in a glance,
Why is THAT polite,
And why am I the strange kid when I'm not
okay with that?
YOU ARE READING
sunflowers and steel chains
Poetry"He's sunflowers and steel chains New scars compensating for old pain The sun's shining but he's facing the other way He's quiet, he don't know what to say" warning: this book contains the unfiltered thoughts of a young man using words as his therap...
