Social Anxiety Poem by Dillon Gay

Thanksgiving Day... time to eat
Through the door will come many feet
But no... my disorder will defeat me well
And here comes another story to tell

People are talking to me
No! Please leave me be!
I go to the bathroom for comfort
But the knocking on the door causes more anxiety to insert

Not just here, but also in the town
They like me, trying to give me a crown
I can't look at their faces
The old, the young, that kid with the braces

I want to be normal and sane
But so far there has been none to gain
I want to live alone with my imagination
Away from all earthly sensation

(The sequel of this poem is my poem 'Artist's Consequence')