the journey through friendship always ends the same
i care less for each person the longer i stay
i dream to socialize yet i’m always home
seeking out friendships though i want to be alone
do others think of me when i’m not around
would anyone care if i didn’t make a sound
such insecurities are found in mad men
the ones who are so mad they must think with a pen
no companions around ‘cept a pen and pad
my words on paper will make you happy or sad
