Social anxiety
I don't like meeting people I don't know
I've tried but this feeling wont let go
Hug me as tight as you can
But I don't think it will make you understandThe stone sunk in my stomach
Beating my gut
I want to run back home
And forever be aloneI feel judged, watched, frozen in place
I can feel every muscle in my face
Stiff hands and a tight jaw
I wonder how long this will last forBeing lost in it all.
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It's The Little Things
PoezjaFrom deep thinking to random thoughts, here are some poems about the little things in life.