You watch me dance
sexualizing my every move
fantasizing
thinking that
I’m shaking for you
to get you to notice me
You think I must want you
the way you want me
But I’m just trying
to shake this devil
off of my back
The one that comes around
when I have to be around others
around people like you
The devil that has me
searching for the right thing to say
at the bottom of the glass
My holy water replacement
The devil that shoots panic through my veins
and sets my blood on fire
My body can’t stop moving
because it rejects interaction
It is being tormented
by my tormenting thoughts
The air perishes
and I’m being dragged to hell again
Why is something
that seems so seamless
for everyone else
so strenuous for me?
- Social Anxiety
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Deanna Dellia
Deanna Dellia is an up and coming poet in New York. She is a psychotherapist, an educator, and an activist. Learn more about the poetry collection at intsagram.com/deannadelliapoetry and more about the author at instagram.com/deannadellia
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