Literature
Social Anxiety
Day 1.
Wake up to the aching murmur of my heart,
The sweating of my dry, shivering palms,
I do not want to wake up this morning.
Get dressed in something casual,
I refuse to be flashy or impressive,
It will draw too much tension, too much wandering eyes,
I do not want to be watched today.
Take a little extra from the pill bottle,
Hopefully it will work today,
Because I want to talk to that one person, but can't,
I do not want to fail again today.
I sit in the back of the class looking into space,
Tapping my fingers swiftly when a phantom says hello,
I do not want to sound stupid and embarass myself today.
Walking towards the lu