Anxiety Riddled

The nervous tick of her fingernails against the wood
She would abandon-ship in a heartbeat if she could
All these faces and voices they warp and meld
An actual conversation cannot be held
Closing her eyes she erases this picture
Keeping calm and serene thoughts a permanent fixture
But fear and anxiety overwhelm her head
Oh how she wishes for a normal mind instead
She is what they call a silent wallflower
Possessing neither grace nor power
Her throat aches from constriction
So frightened of their silent conviction
Once more she shuts her eyes tight
Maybe next time she’ll put up more of a fight