Social anxiety, the mountain never conquered.
One step forward are many steps adding to the equation
that degrades my mind.
We are in a race of puzzles.
Do I fit in there?
Or would I feel more comfortable there?
These questions leave me outside.
Attitude adjustments need to be complete
lest I begin a new friendship,
the bitterness entrenched inside
rips out the stitches of what ha tried to heal.
Trying is not an option.
Just be yourself.
What I am is all wrong.
There is no "ME" to be and I hate that.