i am an avoidant

a poem about my avoidance disorder***a disorder where you are scared to visit people because you are afraid of how they judge you, what it does and how it makes me think

i am an avoidant

i avoid the eyes that stare

they make me feel like handcuffs to a chair

and I'm afraid of the face

how it comes to rest on my case

the pounding of a heart

like the shredder shredding me apart

i avoid the local bars and pubs

and I'm not living it up at the college clubs

i am afraid of life and death hardly seems real

be nice cause i don't let my mistakes heal

its a burning and bruise cry

i am even f*****g too afraid to die!

i am a selfless fool

especially to everyone that's cool

i think I'm critically observed

by the way my "strait line" curved

but really I'm not there

i am a ghost in the night air

its like i can hear what they say

but i am the ghost; no matter what i do or say

i hate me in a way

but i am here and...

 i am an avoidant

 

Author's Note

PLS comment on what should be improved... unless you think its perfect. did you understand it OK? did i bore you? did you not see the "image" of the story? anything really please comment thx