In crowded rooms, where voices blend,
I shrink within, a timid friend.
Anxiety grips, its hold so tight,
As I navigate this social plight.
Every glance feels like a stare,
Every whisper, a judgment in the air.
Heart racing, palms sweaty and cold,
Inside, a storm I cannot hold.
Words caught in the throat, unable to speak,
As fear's icy fingers make me weak.
Alone in a crowd, though surrounded by many,
Social anxiety casts its shadow aplenty
.Yet in the quiet moments, when the chaos fades,
I find solace in the shadows' shades.
For in the depths of my anxious mind,
A glimmer of hope, a refuge to find.
With each step forward, however small, I challenge the anxiety's suffocating thrall.
For though it may linger, a constant fight,
I find strength in pushing through the fright.
And in the understanding of those who care,
I find a lifeline amidst despair.
For in this journey, though the path is steep,
I'm not alone in conquering social anxiety's keep.
© Azz_lia