La Da Dee ✔

t i c k t o c k

ticks of the clock
ringing in my head
as people three
sit,
the noise of the dead

so much in the mind
so little in the air
so much to say,
but it wouldn't be fair

to talk all at once -
no thoughts would get across
so instead we sit and think
of the words we could have tossed

to one another
to make each other smile
but here we are, quiet -
and will be for a while.

no courage to squeak,
no will to open mouths;
we sit here, each practically alone
and keep the time to ourselves.

tick, tock, tick, tock -
all I can hear
I wish I would have said something
to reside my anxious fears.

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a poem about social anxiety and overall awkwardness