• 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, read more

    Tags:
    anxiety,
    social,
    nerves,
    tension
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