Reflections of Me

I see you there, sitting in the corner, confident in the belief that the shadows will protect you from the judgement of prying eyes, knowing full well that the judgement you perceive is but a reflection of your own insecurities.

But, you sit there still, as if to observe the crowd to appear normal, you gaze through the fabric of unwanted flesh into the welcome embrace of the abyss in the hope of obtaining a sense of stability, you medicate yourself with delusions.

Approached unnoticed you appear solid with foundation though you crumble inside, then you see it, you see what approaches.

Not a second has past and you have already sifted a thousand ways to escape social discourse, before the precipice you lose yourself in epileptic thought and come face-to-face with destruction internal.

And so it occurs, stumbling upon words embroidered with confliction, a simple greeting presented itself only to be met with a tone of senseless cliche.

Within the expanse of social chaos, your ability to impart interaction falls short of becoming, you exude fallacies of discontent forcing the object of greeting to depart dismayed.

Relieved, you feel bad for the circumstance, worse still for the circumstances, you bury yourself in the burden of contempt.