My friend, Soxy

Some days being social is hard, meet my friend Soxy and see the craziness he causes me to act.

It happens in an instant
My friend has appeared again
ITs not a person really more like a mode
I can be in a place talking,
Next thing I know stepping into another room
I have lost my voice

My good friend Soxy strikes again
Soxy is my good friend Social Anxiety
When it appears,
I tend to wander
Either on foot or in my car
When I wander
I am never sure where I am going

Soxy sometimes cramps my style
If I even have one
It either pulls me into a place
where its hard to speak or if I do
I talk too much

I have learned that it can seem rude
And its not like I don't want to talk to you
I lose all courage to talk
Even in saying hi
I just start to wander
These moments I am fighting within

There is something inside screaming to talk
But my courage is gone
And my face is blank
Not very inviting

This is something I am working on
To beat soxy out of my life
Soxy has been in and out of my life
For a while
It knows me so well
So meet my friend, Soxy

Author's Note

Tonight I was fine till I wasn't. Writing is a good out let for me.
Ignore grammar problems and tell me what you think

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. I liked Soxy. I was glad to see your name on my reading list. I hope you are doing well. Having some fun. Thank you Liz for sharing your poetry and thoughts.
Coyote