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.-)