social anxiety

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i just want to stay inside.
what if i screw up my words?
what if people think i'm not worth it?
annoying?
selfish?
weird?
critical?
i don't want to go places.
i can't.
what if i embarrass myself.
trip
and fall.
say something a little too loudly.
don't speak clear enough?
i want to be a machine
so i can't have these thoughts
but that doesn't change the fact
that i don't want to go outside.
or anywhere else for that matter.
why was i cursed like this?
with this demon
clawing at the back of my head constantly
named social anxiety?

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