Social Anxiety

Mark the exits,
Plan escape routes.
Note bathroom locations
On the map in my brain.
Select solely aisle seats,
Stay close to the door.
Be prepared, always alert-
Ready to run if panic sets in.
“I just need some fresh air,”
A valid excuse to flee the masses
And retreat to a stall of sanctuary.
Among the silent porcelain sentries
I can breathe and put the splintered
Shards of my brain together once more.

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