Anxiety
One step forward
Two steps back
It never goes away.
On the way, I plan it out
I know what to say
How to answer
How to act.
But then I walk into the room
And even as they watch the television
Their minds are on me
"Why are you so quiet?"
"You're talkative."
"She doesn't say much."
My heart races
My palms sweat
My mind matches my heart's pace
And no one gets it.
They just wonder why I can't move
And judge and laugh under their breath
When I leave the room
I can hear their whispers about me from miles away
Breathe
Distract yourself
Don't worry.
Someday, you'll be okay.
Please, pray to God
Anxiety
Get out of my head.