Social Anxiety

[dngjunkie]

I step outside the door, my face a blank canvas waiting to greet the world,
I know I'm different, a minority, a social anxiety,
The stares, the laughs, the punch line jokes,
The taunts, the lies, and the social distoritions,
Feed my insecurities like a druggies fix,
A vicious cycle with no end in sight,
Yet I overcome them,
To face a new day,
Each day the canvas is wiped clean as it awaits a new day,
A new day in which to greet the world,
And who knows,
Today could be a better day,
If not today,
Maybe tomorrow.