Rosy blood rushes to the face
Unable to form words to say
White knuckles are shaking
Voice breaking, octaves aching
Making trembling sounds
Vision fades in and out
Grasping onto comfort tight
Only safe when there’s bright light
Nerves don’t make me this queasy
Something this terrifying is social anxiety
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Poetry by Joey
PoetryMy own poems that I write that I hope everyone enjoys. I touch up on some serious issues, and I hope everyone can take them seriously. I hope you like my poems :)