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I wish I had eyes on the back of my head, to feel unread.
I tense every time I walk in front of someone and they’re laughing with their friends.
I wonder what they’ve said.
“Are they laughing at me?”
“Can they see?”
“Do I look out of place and in a state?”
Of course. I’m out of place.
Why am here.
Let me disappear.
I can feel the hairs prick up on my neck.
I can hear my heart racing to the sound of my pacing.
“Are they staring at me?”
“What are they thinking?”
I hope I don’t see them again.
I’ll probably see them in ten.
They hate the way I look.
My eyes fill with tears needing to get out of here.
What if I have a panic attack and see me thinking I’m dying.
Wait, I recognise the voice. My friend?
She’d never want me to shed a tear.
Its my mind, my social anxiety that imprisons me in my fear.