Look! It's Anxiety!

[Wjames]

Look! It's Anxiety!

I haven't actually spoken yet. 
At least not aloud
But somehow we've already had a conversation. 
I said things i didn't actually say
I did things i didn't actually do. How did this silent conversation take place? Was it through looks? What was said?
And now you hate me when i really don't know.  What don't you know?
Now I avoid you. 
We don't make eye contact.
I can't speak to you for fear of your reaction. 
All because of a conversation that we never actually had. I don't really understand the situation, because I don't understand the conversation that never happened.

I'm paralyzed and restless. 
Paranoid 
Unable to think
But over think everything.
I can't focus on any task because I'm remembering that time 7 years ago when i spilled dr. Pepper on my white shirt on the school bus.
My brain tells me im being dumb
But my mind says I'm not dumb... but they think you are.  
They think you're a tool,
They laugh all around you and just stare into your truest flaws. Who is they?
My time is done.
If you want to laugh and be happy you have a few minutes

I think you could make it a little clearer by answering the questions I have above, in the poem.