I'm surrounded by people
My hands are sweaty
My heart is racing
I wish this would end
Everybody is staring at me
My face is turning red
I want to run away and hide
But I'm trapped
People around me on all sides,
Singing
I hate myself for feeling this way
Freaking out over a happy birthday song
But in my defense it's at a restaurant
I wonder what the future would look like
If anxiety symptoms got worse
I feel bad for the people who also go through this