So many thoughts
rackeling my head
Stiff and rigid
Scared and bemused
by their questions and stares
I'm in public
I've gotta face my fears
So obvious
it's no secret
I've got no peers

My mind's wandering
A loop of thoughts
An unending suffering
Limpering and staggering
I can't wave my flag
in truism
They'd laugh
They'd scoff
They'd mock

I'd hold my thoughts dear
Soon,
All the focus is on me
All their insecurities unleashed
Creating a being
to absorb all their questions
I'm no different
I'm human
Never want to loose myself

I ought to relate
I ought to connect
I ought to know
I ought to feel
So unfortunate
I can't express freely
It's always a tincture
A mixture
I must conjure
I perjure
Socially- anxious!
© Japheth
*Neology: 'Rackeling'— Moving in a circular motion.