Are you social enough, anxiety inquires,
Is your social battery enough, it mocks,
Or worse, the lack of social appeal,
Might lead to people ignore you like always,
Or maybe, they notice because you look funny,
Because you messed up your social appearance,
What else are you capable of, says panic,
As it welcomes into the mind joining the mocking,
The small imperfection you feel suddenly is not small,
It is only thing standing over your reflection, tall,
Maybe you are anti-social you start to feel,
As the voices in your brain mock you for existing,
Maybe limiting it inside a room might look like,
An obvious choice for a person accepting the voices,
For they always stay in our heads taking us down,
Do we submit to them, accepting them as they say,
Or maybe, world is like what you see in dream,
World remembers the story and not how we look,
Everything is blur and what we leave behind is,
How we made people feel when they think about us.