My anxiety steals my voice,
It whispers in my head,
it keeps me from feeling safe.
It makes me think of everything, everywhere, everyday.
It is like a monster inside my head,
a monster that will not leave,
a monster that has taken over me.
My stomach is in knots,
I feel like I’m wearing a tight belt,
and I’m just getting ready to see a friend,
who I have known for many years,
yet I still have fear.
and I don’t fit in.
My anxiety talks to me constantly,
it will not shut up.
It makes my palms sweat in front of a crowd,
and it makes my legs quiver and shake.
Will I ever win?
I just wish that I could interact,
I wish that I wasn’t awkward, I wish that I could be confident.
Will I ever get the words out?
This is a poem I wrote about my social anxiety.
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