A fear of rejection
Because you believe during further inspection
That there is nothing more
In you just a shallow shore
You pass by everyday
With a swirling heap of gray
Hoping, praying that you’ll find
A person similar to your peace of mind
And you think
Every time you go to your shrink
With 7 billion souls
Your chances have some type of control
And that leaves you
Into a state askew
Just standing back
Looking through a mirror what you lack