You don't know them but they know each other
The space is large yet you feel smothered
Their words are filled with laughter and gossip
Yet you don't know who's with who yet
They talk behind you and in front you
To the left and the to right of you
You want to scream for them to move
But what would they think of you?
Limbs are shaking palms are sweating
Is there makeup you're forgetting?
This definitely is not your ideal setting
The way they could look at you is what you're dreading
Is your hair straight? You contemplate
every visible idiosyncrasy
any detail that could make you unfortunately
unique-
and they would stare
you're terrified of how much you would care
Eyes digging into your skin
You urge is a sin
Do you feel the people closing in?
That's social anxiety kicking in
Hold your hands to your stomach to keep it from falling out
You feel so confined you want to scream and shout
How do you look right now?
Is your heart pounding too loud?
Not enough space between you and the door
You realize you can't do this anymore
Terrified of the eyes of society
That's your social anxiety
When you feel lonely in a crowded room
you'll always have a friend-
anxiety will stand next to you and whisper
"it could end."
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
