Social Anxiety Poems - Poems about Social Anxiety

Absent

A-bsent, but caring
B-ound by social anxiety
C-ontinuing Christian charity
D-elighting in incognito
E-nthusiastic in spirit

Social Anxiety

Am I acting normal? 
Am I blinking too much? 
Am I staring too long? 
Are people staring at me? 
Feeling nervous, embarrassed, uncomfortable inside. 
Reminding myself to not let the unease show. 
Making jokes to mask the nervous thoughts I have. 
Laughing to cover up the awkward reactions. 
Focusing on the distance to avoid staring

My Shyness Turned into social anxiety

Be quiet so you won’t be heard anymore. You might have heard this phrase growing up. Why do people think it’s their job to silence others and stop them from speaking freely?

Every spoken word should be heard, like a loud ringtone from a cell phone that signals someone is calling. Everyone deserves to be heard.

My

I Don't Want To Say This

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

The Suffocating Pressure

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

Her Hearts Unheard

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

Loneliness Lives In My Bones

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

The Weeping Poet

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

The Devils dance

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

The Crowd

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

Afraid of Being Seen

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

Worries

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

Alone I Feel Whole

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

Desired Pit of Despair

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

Mine Nightmare With Social Anxiety

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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