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'Tis the butterfly's wings that consume me,
With hugs erect to smother me breathless,
O, how queer is the butterfly's beauty,
when its quivers may tickle me senseless.
Its wings flit to the song of thy being,
and now methinks 'tis part of advancements,
But out of awe I find myself fleeing
above the wings of love's own detachment.
I shall hark at the wings that impair me,
In hopes that I evoke some rebuttal,
to questions ignored by the deity;
How can I breathe when choked by wings' cuddles?
If a butterfly is a mock of charm,
I shall pluck its wings to avenge its harm.
With hugs erect to smother me breathless,
O, how queer is the butterfly's beauty,
when its quivers may tickle me senseless.
Its wings flit to the song of thy being,
and now methinks 'tis part of advancements,
But out of awe I find myself fleeing
above the wings of love's own detachment.
I shall hark at the wings that impair me,
In hopes that I evoke some rebuttal,
to questions ignored by the deity;
How can I breathe when choked by wings' cuddles?
If a butterfly is a mock of charm,
I shall pluck its wings to avenge its harm.
Literature
social anxiety.
i'm sorry,
but we can't talk.
not now, not ever.
because i may say
something i'll
regret later.
because i may make
you feel very
uncomfortable.
because i may just
stop breathing for
the rest of the day.
because i may upset
you and you'll run
away forever.
i hope you understand
i'm only doing this
for your own good.
it's not really for me.
i can just feel it.
and it's not good.
my throat tenses up.
my head throbs around.
my fingertips stop feeling.
i'll stop wishing i were
here and start wishing
i were in the ground.
six and a half feet under
would be much better
than speaking out loud.
silence escapes my lips
as
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social anxiety
Painfully shy they call me
and they are right
it is painful
but something about the label
doesn't feel right
I have a voice but I. Can. Not. Speak.
Words stuck in my throat,
tunnel vision kicks in and I feel weak
anxiety manifests in any social situation
lightheadedness, dizziness, heart palpitations
adrenaline rush, tremors, hyperventilation
d I s c o n n e c t e d n e s s
I'm sick of dealing with this
I have a lot to say
but my verbosity remains internal
I pray they stay away
but when they do, it cuts like shrapnel
because I'm the most social anti-social
you'll ever meet
don't talk to me, don't talk to me;
p
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Social Anxiety
I was sitting in my room again
The lights were off and the curtains closed
But the moon still hadn't shown up yet
Just sitting in my underwear
My head against the radiator
Thinking about those "friends" of mine
What were they doing and were they thinking of me?
Didn't matter, it's not like I'll have the confidence to go out again
It's only the alcohol that made me smile and say small quiet words
Only the alcohol that stopped me crumbling
Pathetic
My ability to socially interact with others
Relies solely on rum and vodka
Funny
I said I'd never drink
Doesn't matter, it'll only be a few more weeks, or was it months?
Until I could
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This is very good