Invisible Intimidation

It's a peculiar situation when your mind builds a mountain out of a molehill.

Everything feels like an invasion, but it's just a question. I'm sitting in

the corner of a room that's way too loud. Even when it's empty,

I'm haunted by a crowd. A simple "how you doing?" feels like a heavy

hand, a gesture I don't want a move I didn't plan.

I'm magnifying shadows till they're 10 ft tall, building up the bricks until I'm

trapped behind the wall. This invisible intimidation is a weight I can't explain,

turning a summer breeze into a hurricane. Why does a whisper feel like