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I Walk into a Room

It's hard, you know?

By Sirius BlackPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I walk into a room.

People.

So many people.

More than two.

I don't want to feel nervous.

I tell my mind not to.

But I do.

I want to go but I force myself to stay.

I feel anxious.

I don't know what to say.

Why do I feel like the weird one.

The one that is never good enough.

I know my brain is telling me lies.

But my anxiety tells me I do not belong here.

I stay and deal with the thoughts.

I try to act normal.

Like nothing is bothering me.

But it is hard.

You know? Of course you don't.

It's hard, when all you want to do is go.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Sirius Black

Struggling daily with GAD.

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