Other people’s thoughts scare me more
than any creature in a horror film.
Judgement looms over me like a vulture,
ready to tear into my insecurities like rotting flesh.
I fill their minds with my own anxiety,
speaking for them before they can ever mutter a word.
The doorway seems like portal to my nightmares,
where voices can mutter their opinions freely and I can’t stop them.
Out there are judgement and debate,
views and convictions that could all seer away any semblance of self esteem I have left.
I stay inside, still unable to hide from my own judgements.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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I have written here about phobias but I had never heard of that one! Wonderful poem. Brave of you to share this. ⚡💙⚡
Wow, I feel seen and heard