Social Anxiety

January 28, 2018
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words I want to scream
never reach my tongue
the fear is in my bloodstream
I've had it since I was young

"moderate to severe social anxiety"
the grey-haired doctor said.
afraid to take up space in society
until I daydream of being dead

my dry lips are robbed of a word
I'm saved by the scatch of graphite
on paper, my voice is heard
that's why I write






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reach4marsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
yesterday at 2:22 pm
Sad :( but good poem
 
un_namedThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
today at 1:33 am
thanks, I'm really glad you like it
 
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