don't tell anyone but - a poem about social anxiety.
don't tell anyone but
everyone knows.
that issue with your mother at home?
the reason why for the past three months , among all the other sixteens.
you're the isolation without a phone?
serenity and awe. the two things you live without. social and anxiety. the two things life won't let you live without.
you're convinced your life is a public article , and the glance of a sole individual , panicks you into hot sweats and fear.
your peripheral holds disembodied stares , and that's when you do that thing with your hands.
that no one around seems to understand.
they all *** know.
@spacegirlone having issues with your homelife I'm guessing🙁 but whatever that is, it's not you, you can still stand tall, knowing that you are no-one else but you ❤ material goods don't matter, even if it does make you feel like the odd girl🙁 anxiety really sucks, others might not understand, but here we do, and we are all here for you ❤gives you a giant tiny hug ❤ are you ok right now?
great poem by the way ❤
