I'm afraid to talk to people
I'm afraid they will judge me
I'm scared of even the thought of somebody getting to know me
For they shall leave too, if they saw what's hidden beneath me
I joke and whine about how everyone is missing out on me
But all i know is that my anxiety is depriving me
When that one friend is busy
I realise what a poor pathetic fool im
To barely have 2 people to count on
When i have lived in this city, most of my life
I'm not an angel, for all i know
Abandoning and leaving gets the best of me
For i tend to fall apart at various times
And hurt the ones who know me
So maybe i'm better off alone
Than with a person who is destined to leave me.