It took time,
i smile uncomfortably,
listen and try not to hold eye contact,
anxious but fine,
thoughts are thoughts,
my thoughts are my own and not fact,
i get tired,
effort is required,
day after day,
my life lives on,
contact is effort,
I constantly Shepard my insecurities,
sometimes they spill out,
i just fucking wanna scream and shout,
In that moment I talk about it,
i feel less shit,
use it for connection,
Deeper understanding between friends,
pits of frustration I want them to know,
if they new my sensations of dread,
Maybe I could take a step ahead of the curb,
draw solace that they still love,
me,
free for a night,
A problem shared is a problem on loan,
i drink more to keep up the mood and repress,
my anxious mind,
i will wake up tomorrow for a cup of more sorrow,
unless there\'s a friend I can lend it to borrow.