My poems

Off button???

I'm here.
Do you see me? Do you want me?
Am I too loud? Did I say the wrong thing?

I swear to you I'm listening but,
Do you like me? Does this outfit make me look fat?
Why did I say that? How could they like me?

I'm laughing, I'm sorry.
Am I laughing too loud? Is my smile too much?
Did they just see the dent in my nose?

I'm happy, I swear.
But I don't deserve to feel this way. I don't deserve them.
They're just going to leave me anyways.

I'm here, I'm listening, I'm laughing , I'm happy.

Or at least I promise I want to be.

I just can't get out of my head right now.

See,
this is what my anxiety does to me.

I'm standing here in front of them, but I'm really not here at all.