My heart races, my palms sweat,
As I enter the crowded room.
My mind is filled with worry and regret,
As I search for a place to resume.
The fear of judgment weighs me down,
As I try to blend in with the crowd.
I feel like a stranger in my own town,
As I struggle to speak out loud.
The eyes upon me feel like a spotlight,
Exposing every flaw and mistake.
I wish I could disappear from sight,
And hide away from all the fake.
But I know I must face my fears,
And push through the discomfort and pain.
For only then will I truly appear,
And break free from the social anxiety chain.
-M.A.D.
M.A.D. Works 
Oh, this is wonderful and so relatable for me! When I was in junior high, I was bullied hard- for the way I looked. I’ve struggled with social anxiety ever since. Now that I’m 67, it’s not too much of a struggle, but for decades it was incessant. I love your poem; your poetry is excellent and so deeply meaningful. Thank you for sharing. Thank you very much.☀️🌿🌸🎶
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Thanks. I also deal with social anxiety and luckily I have been getting better.Still there are times where I struggle. Thank you 🙏 about my poetry.
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Very well written and very relatable. Great job Missy. 😊
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Thank you very much Anthony
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You’re welcome, Missy. 😊
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That is a disturbingly obvious AI generated image. I like it.
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Yes it is. I didn’t have any of my artwork to use.
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I commented on it cause it was cool and creepy and if that’s what you were going for mission accomplished. 😊
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Yes, that was what I was going for. Thanks again.
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