Oh the never ending misery,
Of threadbare nerves that barely,
Survive confrontation that minutely,
Involves them.
I don\'t know just how badly,
My self doubt cripplingly,
Influences my softly,
Until I see,
My fear of being lonely,
Of being worthless solely,
Because I cannot easily,
Talk to people.
Then my demons whisper sweetly,
That it\'s better to sit quietly,
Than to be judged carelessly,
Because I spoke.
So if you care to find me,
I\'ll be in the corner silently,
Torturing myself relentlessly,
Over nothing.