Echo Seeker

My World

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.