Dear social anxiety

Dear social anxiety,

I am terrified to hate you. You are this dark greedy monster that is tattooed to the back of my skull. I may not always be able to see you but I know you are there. You are there, gripping my mind in your iron-vice grip and I can’t do anything. When I feel you I can’t move, I don’t want to be noticed. I can’t open a notebook in class for fear of the penetrating noise. I can feel the eyes of so many people staring a burning hole into my back because I feel they are always watching. I can’t walk down a hall without having a panic attack. Please leave me alone. I want to be free from you.

Sincerely,

-your victim