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This poem is about me dealing with my anxiety in public places. My feelings about being alone in crowded places.

Strangers stare.

With bug eyes.

Glaring into your soul.

It's as if you were butt naked.

It's as if you were an alien.

Your eyes making eye contact with non-living things.

Attempting to avoid your surroundings.

It's as if you were butt naked.

It's as if you were an alien.

Heart racing like a wild man in a rain forest.

Sweaty palms, tasting like the sea.

Keeping yourself in the straight line.

It's as if you were butt naked.

It's as if you were an alien.

Author's Note

ideas for title?