Social Anxiety Poems - Poems about Social Anxiety

I don't want to recite this poem in front of you... Probably not for the reasons you're thinking, But what do I know of what you're thinking For that matter What do you know of me? Sometimes I think I'm pretty witty with words, But what if you don't think so? I get so tired of trying to make people like me. It's...

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Anxiety. A feeling that overwhelms your senses. Blood pressure rising. Breathing becoming uncontrolled. You feel it in your chest, a pressure so heavy you can’t help but give in. A pressure that consumes your mind, thoughts,your body. A feeling that takes over your senses. You feel in within yourself. Tasting the bitterness on your tongue. Choking...

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With a dagger to my throat, with what he uses to silence me, my words don’t speak. But my heart does. It blows up and out—splat on the floor. I can’t muster words, for I have not been silenced, just robbed of my voice. But I intend to get it back, even if it causes me to burn. I will stand my ground with...

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Loneliness lives in my bones. People say get out of the house, Be social and talk to a friend but Crowds make it worse Small talk sounds like chalkboard nails and Sometimes.. I feel like An alien invader outer-spacer Hug evader Human traitor ….Warmth betrayer. Conversation is painful, So pointless and empty. 99% of the time it makes me.. Cringe and My legs hinge and Voices buzz...

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Me, I'm the weeping poet you see sitting in that swing Worrying about being perceived For I think I am what I am not "Sensitive girl" don't tell me twice I may be alone, but I've got voices in my head and they tell me what to believe May be weak, but my emotions run as deep as the blood...

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My words evade me Sweat forms in beads My tongue betrays me At lightening speed Quivering knees Disarm my stance Panic breeds The devil’s dance Something akin To mourning hope Runs through my skin I fail to cope I babble more To ease the hush They must abhor My need to rush Attention Queen Or rambling freak I didn’t mean To over speak ...

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The curfew of the liver - long gone. The crowd - drunk, delusional, blank. We were driving, standing still or worse - both at the same time. Howl time, bone time, penetration time ticking slowly in shadows' breaths. The war will never be over and we finally get it. A soul transplant, an euthanasia of disfunctional dreams. Do you still hear the crowd? These mechanic voices...

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I’m afraid That people take one look at me And think I’m a freak. Scars litter my arms Thanks to self harm. I’m afraid Of what people think, When I’m pushed to the brink. Like a shipwreck I sink. Why do I care what other people think? I’m afraid Of prying eyes, Tearing me to pieces With their mind, Spending so much time Unraveling my lies. I’m afraid Of all these memories...

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How does a poet put his work on paper without pushing it away in disgust? How does a man make a move without making a fool of himself? How does a woman walk without worrying that she is being whispered about? How does he hold his head high without hearing his head scream at him about his heinous...

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Whatever the case Circumstance aside I come to this place I feel safe inside I pull the doors to I flip off the lights Emotions accrue As I sit down to write Blank paper with ink Safety surrounds I easily think With absence of sound A moment for me And no other soul I set my thoughts free Alone, I feel whole...

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I stand on the rocky shores of my island, Waves crash towards my feet, foaming between my toes on the empty beach. No Kings. No Masters. No Gods. Only I. The shores were as barren as the land itself. The shore froths from its mouth, suffocating in disgust at what it has become. And I sneer with sadistic glee as...

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Mine Nightmare With Social Anxiety,... Now Mostly Purged Decades removed when body electric felt tortured reverberated, and quaked with MegaDeath repercussions tattooing, piercing, foisting, ensnaring, drubbing drum beat indelibly 'pon psyche NON MEMORABLE years gone bye felled psyche with incorporation, viz alphabet chromed facebook, poetry soup of physio logical symptoms i.e. clammy palms, heart palpitation, irritable bowel syndrome, nausea, vertigo, et...

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I think love is a lot like us. In truth, it's hard. At least for me. To reach into my heart and pull each thought Like some sort of note, to resort to the most simplistic of notion. It all seems so simple. To walk up towards the one we love and tell them how we truly feel. At least for...

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Social Anxiety *a short poem* smile emoticon Author note: For those people who don't like reading! Let's face it - not everyone likes reading these days. I do like reading, but not love it... I miss people far too much haha If I only had more friends to hang out with during the week, Would it make me happy? Happiness...

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I don’t know who they are. I don’t know anyone’s name. Not a friendly face around. Not a single face I know. This nervous beating in my chest. How will I fit in with the rest? People are all around, which is why I feel so alone. I wanna leave. I need to go home. Please don’t make me talk. Please don’t make me stay. Please just...

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