Following me, lurking
Wait, no lurking feels like an inappropriate descriptor
It would be more accurate to say it oppresses me
Yea, I think I'm doing a better job painting this picture
My ego, my pride
Aren't they kinda the same thing?
Swallow me whole, crippling my interactions
The guiding principles for my newest fling
Completely consumed by the fear of looking stupid
But who's even watching?
Who even cares?

What good is pride in the face of those you care for?
It's nothing more than unspoken truths and unnecessary distance  
Nothing more than leaving your happiness in the hands of happenstance
And then what?
Are you even watching?
Do you even care?