Poems of the Young one

Social anxiety

Being in crowds, such a bad feeling,

It feels like the walls are closing in,

People get closer and closer I'm not healing

I feel so small and very thin

The way that they talk to me,

I feel as if I'm hated,

I'm thinking and pondering,

Wondering if my thoughts are true

I hate being with people,

Makes me feel very unnoticed

Being surrounded by many voices,

It's almost like im not heard,

Social anxiety isn't one to mess with,

For it leaves a dark empty hole,

And when you think on it too much,

You start to get overwhelmed, im told

It's okay to not be okay,

And sometimes it's okay to be nervous

But if you run away every time,

You'll never know,

What could've happened.