The Poison of The Mind

Social Anxiety

Social Anxiety

Those two words that hold so much meaning,

that has the capability to ruin every relationship I've had and will ever have with everybody I meet

You see I'm only stuck under the soul-crushing weight of the opinion of others

My heart speeds up, sweating profusely, shaking so badly you could see it from a mile away

I'm a fucking self-fulfilled prophecy

All I can do is sit while my mind runs at 500 miles per minute just overthinking everything

I get so anxious but I still talk

And at this point, I'm not sure if that is good or bad

I still talk and end up saying the wrong thing and then overthinking that one little sentence

Sometimes I think it's better if I stay quiet

I try to be a good person

I like to think I'm not an asshole

But what do they think

Can what I said to be perceived the wrong way?

Do they think I'm an asshole?

That's the thought that consumes my every waking moment

And it won't stop

It won't stop

Please make it stop