Best Social Anxiety Poems

I think love is a lot like us.
In truth, it's hard.
At least for me. To reach into my heart and pull each thought
Like some sort of note, to resort to the most simplistic of notion.
It all seems so simple.
To walk up towards the one we...

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Social Anxiety *a short poem* smile emoticon
Author note: For those people who don't like reading! Let's face it - not everyone likes reading these days. I do like reading, but not love it...
I miss people far too much haha
If I only had more friends to...

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Mine Nightmare With Social Anxiety,...
Now Mostly Purged

Decades removed when body electric
felt tortured reverberated, and quaked
with MegaDeath repercussions tattooing, 
piercing, foisting, ensnaring, drubbing
 
drum beat indelibly 'pon psyche NON 
MEMORABLE years gone bye felled 
psyche with incorporation, viz alphabet 
chromed facebook, poetry soup of physio

logical symptoms...

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I don’t know who they are.

I don’t know anyone’s name.

Not a friendly face around.

Not a single face I know.

This nervous beating in my chest.

How will I fit in with the rest?

People are all around,

which is why I feel so alone.

I wanna leave.

I need to go...

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The curfew of the liver - long gone.
The crowd - drunk, delusional, blank.
We were driving, standing still or worse -
both at the same time.
Howl time, bone time, penetration time
ticking slowly in shadows' breaths.
The war will never be over and
we finally get it.
A soul transplant,
an euthanasia...

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Whatever the case
Circumstance aside
I come to this place
I feel safe inside

I pull the doors to
I flip off the lights
Emotions accrue
As I sit down to write

Blank paper with ink 
Safety surrounds
I easily think
With absence of sound

A moment for me
And no other soul 
I set my thoughts...

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I’m afraid
That people take one look at me
And think I’m a freak.
Scars litter my arms
Thanks to self harm.

I’m afraid 
Of what people think,
When I’m pushed to the brink.
Like a shipwreck
I sink.
Why do I care what other people think?

I’m afraid
Of prying eyes,
Tearing me to pieces
With their...

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I stand on the rocky shores of my island,
Waves crash towards my feet, foaming between my toes on the empty beach.
No Kings. No Masters. No Gods. Only I.
The shores were as barren as the land itself.

The shore froths from its mouth, suffocating in disgust at...

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My words evade me
Sweat forms in beads
My tongue betrays me
At lightening speed

Quivering knees
Disarm my stance
Panic breeds
The devil’s dance

Something akin 
To mourning hope
Runs through my skin
I fail to cope

I babble more
To ease the hush
They must abhor
My need to rush 

Attention Queen
Or rambling freak
I didn’t mean
To over...

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How does a poet put his work on paper without pushing it away in disgust?
How does a man make a move without making a fool of himself?
How does a woman walk without worrying that she is being whispered about?
How does he hold his head high...

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Anxiety. 
A feeling that overwhelms your senses.
Blood pressure rising. Breathing becoming uncontrolled. You feel it in your chest, a pressure so heavy you can’t help but give in. A pressure that consumes your mind, thoughts,your body. A feeling that takes over your senses. You feel...

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Loneliness lives in my bones.

People say get out of the house,
Be social and talk to a friend but

Crowds make it worse
Small talk sounds like chalkboard nails and
Sometimes..
I feel like 
An alien invader outer-spacer
Hug evader
Human traitor
 ….Warmth betrayer.

Conversation is painful, 
So pointless and empty.
99% of the...

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Me, I'm the weeping poet you see sitting in that swing
Worrying about being perceived
For I think I am what I am not
"Sensitive girl" don't tell me twice
I may be alone, but I've got voices in my head and they tell me what to believe
May be...

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With a dagger to my throat,
with what he uses to silence me,
my words don’t speak.
But my heart does.

It blows up and out—splat on the floor.
I can’t muster words,
for I have not been silenced, just robbed of my voice.
But I intend to get it back,
even if...

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I don't want to recite this poem in front of you...
Probably not for the reasons you're thinking,
But what do I know of what you're thinking
For that matter
What do you know of me?

Sometimes I think I'm pretty witty with words,
But what if you don't think so?

I...

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