Social Anxiety

Parties are dreadful with all the faces you'll see.
Most may all be drunk, but they are still cooler than me.
I will never fit in, no one will ever understand.
I compensate with awkward jokes, and play with my hands.
I make myself remember to breathe in order not to pass out.
I strategically engage to shut people out.
I spend most of the night walking, so I won't stand alone.
It's either that, or I stand around staring at my phone.
Most tell me they don't think this anxiety is real.
I just drank too much, or I made up how I feel.
But what they don't know is a party's not the only place,
it happens on the phone or when out on a date.
I avoid cashiers and people on sides of the street.
I will wait in the bathroom for the friends that I meet.
Social anxiety is real, it's a pain in the back.
I'll work everyday to make it part of my past.

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