Social anxiety is wanting people to spam your latest interests to, but not being confident enough to speak freely.

 It sucks. 

I hate this online setting, this cage of empty walls, tall windows and glinting screens, 

locking me where I stand, 

forced to reach the outside world through a window. 

Some are experts in communication through glass bars, unafraid and loud through silence. But others like me are stuck, 

floating aimlessly in a glass capsule, 

turned again and again relentlessly and endlessly by the waves, 

afraid and failing to learn a foreign tongue.

 I am paralyzed, watching now near strangers to me glide with ease, 

their hearts seeping out of their cages, their souls melding with glass. 

But my soul is wooden, my heart paper thin. 

I cannot meld or glide, 

get too close to the heat of a battery, I start to burn. 

I am so alone in this strange new world;

The world where I can always witness but never touch. 

But fear and foreign disposition are not my only shackles; 

My limping stone of corporeal autonomy 

remains forever prisoner of walls and windows and ceaseless pacing.