Anxiety in the tract of social infraction
I avoid interaction
I'd prefer to stay at home and watch some Peter Jackson films
or perhaps some internet stills?
Who am I talking to, and why am I even talking?
Clear thoughts; my brain seems to be blocking.
"Just keep walking"
Ignore the inner voice.
This Is not my choice.
Why can't I see through my own paranoia?
Second guessing my own thoughts.
Living on time not borrowed but STILL bought.
Still born, living in isolation, stuck on fixing ticks,
I CANT TAKE ANY MORE!!!
Fear and lack of trust.
Just forget about me, let me rot away and rust.
But before I don't quite hit the hook,
I have one piece left of second guessing...
in disguise, all alone, is this a blessing?
Or is this just more stressing?
"Does this mix need more compressing?"
Now I'm now out of the house.
Upon this earth I feel like a louse.
And so I feed, but still hear these inner voices.
Am I even capable of making my own choices?
People pass by me like shadows in the dark.
This was supposed to light a spark.
But all I feel is a fading ember.
I was part of a group once, but I'm no longer a member.
...and I return...
Regurgitating into this reversion.
I'm still lost in all this confusion.
Self pity, I just cycle alone in this city.
But I see fragments of the moonlight,
shining through the window of the night skies.
And I whip out my sketch pad.
I might be misrepresented, perhaps misunderstood.
But I AM NOT ALONE ANYMORE!
And so I open the door, once more.