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His Name is Social Anxiety
0 reviewsSocial Anxiety disorder, also called social phobia, is an anxiety disorder in which a person has an excessive and unreasonable fear of social situations. Anxiety (intense nervousness) and self...
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Poem is by a good friend of mine; His name is Charlie Hornbuckle. Please do not steal the poem or anything from this story. Thank you.
I can't quite remember
when he moved in.
Maybe he's always been here.
Maybe I only noticed him first when I was 12,
and ordering food no long came easy to me
and tapping became a bad habit that
annoyed everyone around me.
It was this age I learned, people think I do it for attention.
He rally started coming around when I was 13,
I would open my mouth
but he would steal my words from my lips
like they were never even mine.
It was this age I learned people do not like mumbles and stutters.
He started effecting my grades when I was 14,
and raising my hand was equivalent to
climbing Mt. Everest.
It was this age I learned
people think education is more important
than mental health.
He started effecting my every day life
when I was 15,
people couldn't be too close
or talk too loud without me flinching,
and I started scratching my hand
until it bled,
and wounds can't heal when you can't stop scratching.
It was this age I learned
people do not like damage.
He started taking people from me.
When I was 16,
people kept leaving and I couldn't even say my name
without stuttering with uncertainty,
and you can't meet new people
if you can't say hi;
and my self worth dropped to single digits.
It was this age I learned
no one will stay,
except for him.
I can't quite remember
when he moved in.
Maybe he's always been here.
Maybe I only noticed him first when I was 12,
and ordering food no long came easy to me
and tapping became a bad habit that
annoyed everyone around me.
It was this age I learned, people think I do it for attention.
He rally started coming around when I was 13,
I would open my mouth
but he would steal my words from my lips
like they were never even mine.
It was this age I learned people do not like mumbles and stutters.
He started effecting my grades when I was 14,
and raising my hand was equivalent to
climbing Mt. Everest.
It was this age I learned
people think education is more important
than mental health.
He started effecting my every day life
when I was 15,
people couldn't be too close
or talk too loud without me flinching,
and I started scratching my hand
until it bled,
and wounds can't heal when you can't stop scratching.
It was this age I learned
people do not like damage.
He started taking people from me.
When I was 16,
people kept leaving and I couldn't even say my name
without stuttering with uncertainty,
and you can't meet new people
if you can't say hi;
and my self worth dropped to single digits.
It was this age I learned
no one will stay,
except for him.
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