It’s making plans with friends,
and failing to appear, it’s a little peculiar and some what queer.

It’s knowing deep down that you wish you attended but the mental strain you rather they be offended.

It’s the where was you and why didn’t you show? You just shrug your shoulders and whisper dunno?

It’s the feeling of love but not deserving the affection, so you push it away and avoid the rejection.

It’s the pain of a fight, you’re never gonna win. The struggle and heartache of not letting them in.

Its the fake little smile just to be accepted but only you know your mind has been infected.

Its the voice in your head questioning everything you do.  It’s not understanding people still love you.

It’s not a panic or desperate plea with a little help you can be free. You reach out to family or friend, soon enough you will be on the mend.