I freeze every time they come near me.
I blush every time they talk to me.
I start sweat I g when I need to talk to them.
I feel so hot, like I'm caught up in a fire.
I smile all the time because it's the best way for me to communicate almost without panicking.
I panic when they look at me.
I think I'm worthless. Hopeless. Ugly. Unworthy.
I this k they talk about me every time I turn my back.
I can't speak to them. They can't speak to me.
I can't look at them. They can't look at me.
I can't keep eye contact.
I feel oppressed by this.
I feel worried this will never go.
I'm scared of what people might think and what they might not think.
I'm scared of what they might say and what they might not say.
I'm scared to tell someone.
I feel sad. I feel unexpected. I feel unwanted.
I don't feel understood.
I am dying inside. This is killing me. I am burning inside.
I am anti-social. I am panic. I am fear.
My name is SAD and it's haunting me.
YOU ARE READING
I am SAD
Poetry"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
