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August 30, 2010
The words jammed between each tooth
Weak and frail charisma
My defenses dense and heavy
Tilting their heads, inquisitive and lost
Every fifth word, coherent but soft
What? Who? or Where?
Their daily mantra whilst in my presence
Cover your mouth, giggle and shy away
Sneak in your judgment, amongst colleagues
Fiddling with my thumbs, fingers now instruments
Tapping my feet to my hearts rhythm
The tempo so fast, i cant catch up
Struggle with the sentences, puzzles beyond capacity
I... Well... You know...
I'm sorry....
Dead silence
Your smirk creeps along
Rear back and laugh, push me off the social tower
My head into fragments
Brains soaking the pavement
Gather around, gawking over this caterpillar
Shoulders shrugged, don't try that again
This straight jacket a perfect fit
Into the box, nailed shut
The words jammed between each tooth
Weak and frail charisma
My defenses dense and heavy
Tilting their heads, inquisitive and lost
Every fifth word, coherent but soft
What? Who? or Where?
Their daily mantra whilst in my presence
Cover your mouth, giggle and shy away
Sneak in your judgment, amongst colleagues
Fiddling with my thumbs, fingers now instruments
Tapping my feet to my hearts rhythm
The tempo so fast, i cant catch up
Struggle with the sentences, puzzles beyond capacity
I... Well... You know...
I'm sorry....
Dead silence
Your smirk creeps along
Rear back and laugh, push me off the social tower
My head into fragments
Brains soaking the pavement
Gather around, gawking over this caterpillar
Shoulders shrugged, don't try that again
This straight jacket a perfect fit
Into the box, nailed shut
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This poem is for anyone who struggles with social anxiety.
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.....i like the last line XD