My efforts
My recluse phase must pay. For I have too many unsaid words Too many unfriended friends Tons of dances and parties unattended Missed appreciations and adorations Flowing down the drains of my occassional regret I don't hate talking But I hate initiating. A conversation initiated by me is a blunder I need more practice in believing in myself To connect with people. I am a glamourous shell With a touch me not inside. I get a new friend And every second I pray Please don't hurt me *1000 And that's exactly what happens Sort of like a domino effect I surrender at 1001 Better is disconnect, But holding together what you have.
