Pitter, patter, pitter, patter 

That’s how my anxiety builds up, 

like a tiny drop of water in a vast ocean 

creating ripples, my anxiety takes pleasure 

in mirroring those ripples effects. When just 

one encounter creates ripples of snapshots 

engraved in memory under the category 

‘Cringe’ forever reminding me of such 

occurrences so little wonder why my palms 

begin to sweat and my breath hitches as 

I am now weak, I opt out of any other events 

for the remainder of the week.