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.
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Author:
Echo Seeker (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
a very awesome reflection
thank you 🙂
Do you want some company?
Poignant piece 💜
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