Quiet In Back

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She sits in the back of the classroom

She never raises her hand

She is afraid of saying the wrong thing

She doesn’t want to be embarrassed

She blushes so easily

She speaks in the softest voice

She is painfully bashful

She can’t even speak to family

She has so much fear

She feels so alone

She is still a part of me

She needs to be treated gently

She is forever 7 years old

She is timid and shy

She comes out time to time

She is my inner child

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bashful

Mumbles … Social

I think I have always had a degree of social anxiety.  It was just referred to as shyness when I was young.  And shy I was.  I never wanted to be singled out in any way.  Hated to read out loud for my turn in class.  I knew I would stumble on a word and everyone (or at least some) would laugh at me.  As I grew up and cliques were a thing, I was a part of the loser’s clique – those not into sports, those not quite brainiacs, not the juvenile delinquents, and not the preppy crowd.

As I grew, I still retained my shyness.  That is one reason it shocked me that I could work as a cashier.  But as long as the customers were friendly or on their phones indifferent, I actually enjoyed wearing the mask of a happy cashier.  Until my anxiety worsened.  Suddenly long lines freaked me out and I could barely check a customer out without shaking.  And if there was any kind of conflict I just wanted to hide.  Not the best state of mind to be in.

Maybe it was the incident where the customer threw my water bottle down on the ground that started my decline.  She was pissed about a price that rang up wrong.  A supervisor told her it was right, and she reached over and grabbed my bottle and reached back with it (I would have sworn she was going to hit me with it) and threw it down across the floor.  I had to fill out a police report and everything on the whole thing.  Being “threatened” in the workplace, certainly did NOTHING to set my mind at ease.

Now I have anxiety pills I take to keep the edge off.  I no longer can work.  I have panic attacks if the anxiety gets too bad.  And I am unable to drive on an interstate or with lots of traffic.  I have heard the term social anxiety but never been told face to face I have it… but I am sure I do.  Large crowds are awful!  Even a group of 4 or more can put me on edge.  So, I take my meds, attempt to meditate, and am starting some very light yoga.  I do all I can to make it through day by day.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – social

School Days

Years ago

Oh so shy

I’d never even meet

The teacher’s eye

I walked the halls

With my head down

And most of the time

I was wearing a frown

But school was not

As bad as it could be

I liked to learn a lot

And improve my memory

So I look back

On my yesterdays

With mixed emotions

And wistful ways


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – school

A to Z Challenge – Geek

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G is for Geek

I was not popular in school.  In fact I was kind of a geek.  I liked to read and I would try to make it to the library often.  I hated homework, so I would use my free time often to try to get it done.  These things made me a bit of a geek.

Overall I was excruciatingly shy.  I think it was some of my social anxiety shining through.  I was the girl in glasses and braces with acne… more reason’s to not fit in.  And I had untreated allergies so I always had facial tissues handy.  I was a geeky girl. The only thing missing was that I was not a band geek.

People talk about wanting to go back to their teen years.  I say no way.  It was painfully awkward for me.  Now I embrace my geekiness,  I still read, still shy and I do still like to learn new things.  So I am at least now Geeky and proud (aka too old to care anymore).


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She does not fit in

She is seen as peculiar

Always quiet and withdrawn

When she is really just shy

Not pretty like the rest

Her skin is flawed

Her body is not toned

She needs to lose weight

Each time they call her peculiar

It makes her weaker inside

So she will never break out of her shell

Destined to be alone in life

All because they think she is peculiar

Shy Beyond Words

The daily prompt of youth has me stumped.  I have thrown words around for a poem.  Tried to draw on the good and bad of my childhood.  And even looking to a child of war in the news this week.  The backspace won on all those issues.  Youth, especially mine, is not an easy subject for me.

I was shy… so much so even a trip to visit grandparents, aunts and uncles I saw only twice a year would see me become extremely withdrawn.  I think now looking back on it, it may have been early signs of my anxiety disorder showing through.  I would hide behind my parents and have to be persuaded to speak.  One on one would take at least a full day before I would open up much.

Being the shy kid at school also had its effects.  I had few friends and would be picked last for team play in gym.  I would always get marks on my report card to speak up and join in more.  I just couldn’t, I was too terrified to be wrong.  I was convinced the entire class would laugh at me.  I hated reading time when we took turns reading out loud as I would stumble on words and usually hear at least one snicker in the classroom.

Just writing about the memories I feel my chest tighten and a little of that fear return.  But I know what it is now.  I can safely go back and look at the pain with a little knowledge.  It give me a little validation for how I felt back then.  And to know all the times I heard people tell me to “just get over it” were wasted words and not something broken in me.

Remember not to push the next generation.  At least now we have more of an understanding of anxiety and depression issues in children as well as adults.  It is not something to be shy about.  On my depression and anxiety I will not shy away from speaking the truth.  I am getting help and know I am not alone.  None of us are.  (((HUGS)))