Please don’t look at me,
I only want to walk into the store.
Please don’t watch me,
I only want to get what my family needs.
Please don’t talk to me,
I will stumble over my words trying to reply.
Please don’t stand to close,
I feel uncomfortable and want to run.
Please don’t make eye contact,
I feel obligated to look away.
Please don’t snicker,
I tried to say my coffee order that I rehearsed.
Please don’t shake your head,
I only want to order something to eat.
Please don’t acknowledge me,
I only want to be invisible.
I wanted to attempt a poem for the Daily Post Prompt: Invisible that captures some of my social anxieties. I remember a time when I was a social butterfly and then I was isolated. Now I’m left with the aftermath of my CPTSD. Some days are harder than others.