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...