My Social Panic Poem by Rob Hyden

My friends invite me out for an evening on the town.
I hesitate before I answer, sorry I have to let you down.
If I go I always I end up in dark and lonely corner.
I’m so scared with my panic, I make a better mourner.
Someone comes to talk with me just to break the ice.
Soon my panic starts to climb, it’s never very nice.
I step outside to catch my breath and try to slow my heart.
I will always wait a moment, then I try to play the part.
I try to create a poem and someone asks me what I’m playing.
I tell them all about my method, it’s my only way of staying.
Soon I feel calm enough, at ease with all my friends.
It’s just so hard in a crowd or keeping up with trends.