My World

Echo Seeker

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.

  • Author: Echo Seeker (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2019 20:19
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 17
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  • psychofemale

    a very awesome reflection

  • sylviasearcher

    Do you want some company?

    Poignant piece 💜

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