Social Anxiety

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One minute you're fine
The next you're crying
As you walk down the hall
With a smile, you're lying.

All these people make you nervous.
As panic wells up inside
You walk a little faster
Desperately wanting to hide.

You can't fight this feeling,
You slide down the wall,
"You're pathetic" it whispers
You're tears begin to fall.

"I'm nothing to anyone."
A sob escapes your throat.
"They all hate me." You say
Youre voice so hoarse, it croaks.

Your breathing becomes shallow
You gasp for more air
The panic finally dies down
But all you do is stare.

You slowly build up your courage.
"You can do this" you whisper once more.
But then you hear their voices
And you slide back to the floor.

Eventually you get up,
And walk on to class,
But your still always nervous,
Your walls made of glass.

One prick is all it takes,
Then you're back at the start,
Where the only thing you can hear,
Is the frantic beating of your heart.

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