Wounded, I stay in my room.

It took me a while to realize I was doing it,
That the soreness of my mind
Made it too hard to socialize.

It's too much to wait for my doom.

I send out pseudopods of effort
Baby steps, job applications, practicing guitar
Reading, learning new things

But each of these little legs is shaking
Shaking for fear of failure

Background checks ruin job opportunities
The law stands ready to interject with all it coldness
And has already done so much wrong to me,
But I know what they'll tell me if I say that.

Sure, people care, but no one can secure my future
And no one can secure my happiness

Like, don't worry too much, I always push myself
More than a survivor by nature
And I'll probably be really happy someday.

But... I never saw this coming.
I am wounded.
I just stay in my room.