I'm a withdrawn, shy one,
I have anxiety wherever I go,
I know that I'm special
because I don't really know.
What goes on in the world?
I have no real idea,
I keep to myself
and sometimes battle diarrhea.
Poor me, I need some love
but I am all alone,
I watch forensic files
and it chills me to the bone.
I am afraid to date
as a result of watching shows,
"What if I'm with someone
and they kill me with some blows?"
afraid of the real world
I hide in the dark,
all the fear I have inside
has actually left a mark.
Author notes
I'm sorry I couldn't do the metaphors. I hope I followed the idea of the contest okay.
A contest entry
- Therapy by Dienush.
600 points, ended April 6, 2008, 16 entries
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