Not one of my two minds knows what to do.
The first knows for certain the worst will follow
From all those waiting to make me the fool
For being too dim, sweaty or shallow.
My second mind takes an opposite view
Believing that what’s been learned from the past
Will give the chance to see what is true
If I start to feel I’m being outclassed.
There is a room before me where I’ll pause.
A time approaching that can’t be avoided.
An occasion that I’ll rise to because
Being with you is an honest source of joy.
My twin minded quarrel plays less of a part
Knowing between us we share but one heart.
Social Anxiety Disorder