Coping with Social Anxiety Disorder...
I'm unknown to most, and I like it like that.
A living, breathing ghost who doesn't interact.
With the world I live in, I'd rather stay shut in...
The social tools I'm given really amount to nothin.
I can't speak, I freeze, and crowds bring unease...
The shakes hit like quakes and force me to flee.
So I stick to those I know, but really prefer not to...
Even friends are sunlight to this cringing Nosferatu.
Only peace in my dome's when I'm chill at home...
Just me, my wife, and kid, so at least I'm not alone.
But wifey's got big family, always wanting a visit...
So I know my gift is agony each and every Christmas.
What is this? I'm no wuss, I throw geeks around...
In fact, I've stocked clinics with victims of beatdowns.
Why's it so difficult holding conversation with others...
When I talk all day to J with no hesitation or shudders?
They say I'm unbalanced, docs claim chemically...
But pills they prescribe have the wrong affect on me.
I’m still not chill with peeps, like outcasts in college…
But I do catch up on sleep, I’m left drowsy...and on edge.
So fucka pill and the doc who gave it, I disregard both…
I can be chill without being sedated as long as I toke.
Spark up and space out, been doing the shit for years…
It’s been the surest way to conquer this unrelenting fear.
So if you ever meet me and I happen to talk with you…
Just know about 10 minutes ago, I was getting high, dude.
The End