Social Anxiety

By Shraddha Arya

While being surrounded,

In a group of people,

My presence is always a question,

Do I even exist?

I’m silent with no charms,

I can’t be seen or heard,

Pale skin & cold palms,

I got nothing to be preferred,

From crisis to comfort,

I stay in my head,

No wonder why,

I’m likely to appear dead.

By Shraddha Arya