Ode to social Anxiety

Alone I sit awaiting my time to be called,

A foreign place with faces I do not know,

Anxiety forming in my gut,

Nausea my greeting.

 

Activity like ants going back and forth,

Each passing me by without a glance,

Moving from point to point in a trance,

Music in the air like a cooling breeze.

 

Invited here to tell my tale,

Invited to bare my soul,

Invited to help those who come after,

Invited to show the worst of my life.

 

Life’s journey is strange,

Never knowing where the tides will take you

The end certain but the route unknowing.

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