SOCIAL ANXIETY.
'I can't make it.' 'Have fun without me.' 'Maybe next time.' I came out the womb with these phrases attached to my tongue. I want to hang out, but then you'll notice how uncool and socially awkward I am. I cant have you see the real me, because the real me isn't worth seeing.
In my mind, everyone is talking about me, even though I'm not important enough to talk about. In my mind, everyone is laughing at me, even though I'm not funny enough to laugh about.
I fidget, constantly fix my hair, and never make enough eye contact to be considered normal. I forgot what normal looked like so long ago.
I make over-thinking look professional. Making mountains out of mole hills is my 9-5 job. Hyperventilating is the only way I know how to breathe. Social anxiety is the only friend I have, and even then, I still can't look it in the eyes.
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Well expressed poetic thoughts in prosaic form. 'Social anxiety is the only friend I have, and even then, I still can't look it in the eyes.' - A good expression. Choose good friends with whom you can talk. Your confidence will grow and this timidity disappear.