The jittery feeling you get inside,
Dread and fear spread far and wide.
The restless unease, the fretful distress,
Anxiety causes a nervous mess.
The awful feeling of disquietude,
You don’t want friends to think you rude.
You try to go out and have some fun,
When all you want is to turn and run.
Social interaction is hard for you,
But you smile and go out with your crew.
They are the ones who make it worthwhile,
The stress recedes when your friends smile.
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