Slow return to the world Groggy I open my eyes just barely Take out my phone ten minutes until the alarm Exhausted, just want to go back to the world of unconscious But alas responsibilities why did I go to college? May as well start the day Roll out of bed Drag my feet Sluggishly I make my way to the bathroom My anxiety is wide awake running a race with no finish line I question my purpose what I’m doing with my life How I can best navigate the boat called “Social Anxiety” Leaning onto the sink I stare into the mirror A cold reflection looking back Now I’m facing my enemy