Social anxiety
What if the reason no one talks to me because I prevent them from having the chance to hurt me.
What if my miracle pills are not a miracle but rather I just like to pretend they are.
What if I just picked everything up and ran away.
What if the reason I'm still here goes away.
Why am I afraid of any loud noise in the bathroom but I am fine everywhere else.
Why do I still cry over losing my cat two years ago.
Why can't I be happy with what I look like.
Why do I fake this reality and create my own.
Who am I.
Who would want to be friends with me.
Who knows me and my heart.
Who can I trust and turn to.
Where does my anxiety come from.
Where do I have to go to find silence.
Where do I go if I am alone.
Where would he go without me.
When will I be happy.
When will I stop shaking.
When do I stop complaining.
When do I get to live my life.
There are no question marks because everything with a question mark can be answered. These I will never know...
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