Shivers

I have this insane terror that wracks my body when talking to people—old or new. The shivers running up my spine tell me that they only put up with me out of politeness. The increasing heartbeat tells me they think my humour lacks hilarity. The pressing feeling on my chest tells me that their reassurances are careless. And I can't stand the feeling in my muscles that is trying to force me to flee. They don't want me here. They don't like me. Someone else is better, prettier, more exciting, more fun and has a lot less insecurities. So I need you to talk to me first, to laugh at my dry humour and agree that you'd rather be talking to me. Because it's getting hard to ignore the shivers, the increased heartbeat , the pressing feeling in my chest and my feet telling me to flee.