Young faces ponder

At the fright of the picture

An outward look of danger

As we seek to wander

The words are like scripture

Spoken from the boy in the manger

What stands before us is no man of god

He tells us to worry like never before

Our hearts start to pound as we freeze on the spot

Nothing to do but listen and nod

He tells us again, we must not ignore

No man in the manger can save this sweet cot

We learn to accept him as our closest friend

He’s selfish like that, lets not pretend

He’ll keep you awake with the familiar sound

An abundance of energy that’s what you’ll spend

So save up your pennies we’re near to the end

Like weight on your shoulders he’ll put on a pound

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I see the body of a shark

Its eyes fixed on its prey

Alone now stuck in the dark

Will it live to see another day?


I hear the buzzing of the bee

I’m pretty sure it’s coming for me

Please, don’t land in my tea

Racing around it hops on my knee


I taste the poison in the potion

It trickles down my throat

A slow type of notion

Do pass me that note


I feel the beating of my heart

Nobody told me about this part

Speaking out loud

Oh, wouldn’t I be proud

The impossible mission

My ultimate vision

There it is again

I go to grab my pen

Sorry Mrs I have to leave

But why?

You’re not going to die

You see I’m about to heave

Please anxiety leave me alone

I’ll call you, we’ll talk on the phone


A house full of guests… no biggy right? Well, for me when my mum has her friends over I feel trapped. Today is exactly the same. The same feeling leaves me overwhelmed and I cower away in my room to avoid any social interaction and the possibility of being embarrassed.

I know, it seems ridiculous right? I don’t want to come across as rude but I just can’t help it. I feel awkward after-all I don’t these people very well and small-talk is incredibly awkward. Overthinking combined with the fear of seeming anxious makes me a prisoner in my own room. I can’t leave, it’s as if the door is a barrier to the danger. In my mind, I know there is no real danger but I just can’t seem to shake the feeling.

My mum simply doesn’t understand that when she shouts ‘COME DOWN FOR SOME CAKE AND SAY HELLO’ at the top of her voice it only makes it worse. You see, the problem I face now is that it seems forced. I feel awkward and I don’t want to come down especially after being prompted to.

I’m not really used to having to make small-talk with people I don’t know as at uni we’re all pretty close so that’s fine. I just don’t understand it’s as if my body goes into meltdown when people I’m not close with come over. I get that it can seem rude but I’m not going to apologise, why should I? After-all they haven’t come over to see me and if I’m being honest I doubt it makes any difference to them if they see me or not. Unless of course they asked to see me (which I very much doubt).

It’s a difficult situation, I think deep down I know I should probably show my face but on the other hand, is it worth feeling anxious over? What’s wrong with staying in my room whilst I let them get on with catching up? It would be helpful to hear some responses so please let me know what you think about the issue…



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