Am I Invisible?
My story describes my social anxiety and how i feel in public.
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pending
- Posted on 06/11/24
in Poems about Teen Life
i walk to the store, the girl in front of me drops something.
i pick it up, but she doesn't say thank you.
i wonder if it's because i handed it too her rudely or if she was just like me.
i turn on my heel, stumbling trying to catch myself when i fall on the ground.
i walk to the store, the girl in front of me drops something.
i pick it up, but she doesn't say thank you.
i wonder if it's because i handed it too her rudely or if she was just like me.
i turn on my heel, stumbling trying to catch myself when i fall on the ground.
my mind freezes as two girls start to laugh.
i wonder if theyre laughing at me.
i pick myself up and start walking out because i can't bare to be in here anymore.
i count the grocery carts to calm my breathing.
the person beside me sneezes and i say bless you, but they don't say anything back.
i wonder if it's because i said it to quietly or said it too rudely.
i get onto the bus, counting the steps it takes me to get to my seat.
when i get off at my stop, i thank the bus driver but get no response.
he probably thinks i'm weird for thanking a bus driver.
i walk through the crowd counting my breathes until they're even.
i make eye contact with the girl in front of me and i smile, but she doesn't smile back.
i wonder if it's because i smiled too softly or because maybe she wasn't looking at me.
if she wasn't looking at me then i would look like a fool for trying to smile at someone who didn't see me.
i walk in the store and knock something off a shelf. i bend to pick it up and many people stare at me.
i wonder if i have something on me or if i'm just ridiculous for dropping something in the store.
i stand in a aisle and the person beside me looks at me, i wonder if it's because i'm breathing too heavy.
i'm walking to check out now when i see a baby and wave.
it makes no motion so i wonder if it's not old enough to understand or if i'm invisible.
(i hope i'm invisible)
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