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.

Comments2

  • psychofemale

    a very awesome reflection

  • sylviasearcher

    Do you want some company?

    Poignant piece 💜



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