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