Twisting,

My stomach churns,

Stuffed with nauseous jitters,

That will disgorge and disappear,

Twisting.

Breathing,

I can do this,

I can speak to people,

Yet my mouth is dry, my lips zipped,

Breathing.

Crying,

Holding back tears,

I don’t want to be here,

I feel alone with people near,

Crying.

Smiling,

I walk around,

My outfit’s cool, I’m proud,

Imagining eyes on myself,

Smiling.

Flooding,

My mind is worked,

With hopes that I’m realized,

(I’m) Overthinking overthinking,

Twisting.

(I put the (I’m) near ‘overthinking overthinking’ so it wouldn’t look like a typo 😭)

(Also, if this doesn’t make sense, this is written way of how I feel every time I go out or meet new people, it’s a mix. I know it’s weird, idk why I think like that either.-)