Social Anxiety

Some days I lock my doors,

Retreat away from this world,

A budding flower shrinking inwards in the absence of the sun,

But please,

Do not force me open,

Do not pry at me with your frantic hands,

Instead,

Wait,

Have patience,

The sun will rise again,

It always does.

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