Social Anxiety

Individuality is supposedly what’s sold,

But looking at the fine print it’s at a discounted price is what I’m told,

Selling a fallacy that preys on society,

I refuse to give in but im a walking contradiction.

Being used as a pawn in my own life,

Keeps me restrained by the self imposed limitations of my so-called strife,

While I glance at your timeline,

My own gets muddled by not being in the spotlight.

The internal pressures keep me up day and night,

All to show a facade that I know isn’t right,

The struggle for balance is evermore,

Pecking at my side leaving me more irritable than ever before.

I briefly remove myself in the name of mental health,

But my return feels more like a cry for help,

So on and on the cycles goes,

As I gasp for air leaving me more exposed.

The ego feeds off my impatient needs,

While my confidence has little air to breath,

But that dopamine fix is too good to leave,

So for now I’ll limit myself to curb my panic induced dry-heave.