Wonder along with my poetry.

Lonely Book.

Do you ever feel so alone around all these smiling faces

So much love in all these places

Should I walk in?

It's so crowded and out of my comfort zone.

Why can't I allow myself to experience new things?

Why am I so afraid of something different?

Reacting to the unpredictable

Why do I avoid those who approach me?

I whine about no one wanting to get near me or to atleast acknowledge my existence but yet I give them the opposite.

I want to get closer but also feel this regrettable need to keep my distance.

Company should bring me comfort, not anxiety.

I know it's because I automatically start thinking that I'm lame and can't entertain them enough to stick around.

Maybe that why I'm so clingy to the only friends I end up with.

It's obvious I'm scared of being a loner.

But I feel safer and free when i'm alone.

Like I'm not suffocating and hiding behind each breathe I take.

I need someone who isn't like me at all.

Don't be this confused little fuck who doesn't understand what they're feeling when someone is giving them something to feel.

Don't be me.

Don't be scared to find happiness in others.

Just open up your book and let them read the first chapter.

No scratch that, find the person who flips through the book and stops on a page that catches their eye.

That page is you.

You make them question what is going on in the very moment and if they should continue to find out more.

You just feel alone because you read to yourself.

Someone is out there longing to know your story, craving to be by your side to hear you read it to them.