Jovial, Friendly
Sitting next to me
Seems from my college,
Should I talk?
Or away should I walk?
I'll initiate once
She's off the phone.
Will I be a creep with this tone?
Lo, she just got off the train.
Oh! the inertia of my brain
And the words
That never left its cage.
Thirteen thick walls!
Sediments of procrastination
Structured by overthinking
Painted by social awkwardness
And maintained by general disinterest.
Even the closest ones
Lose momentum by the third.
My screams echo back
As pangs of loneliness.
From outside it can't be heard.
Or can it be?
Perhaps people are tired
Trying to help,
Leaving me to choke
In this bliss of solitude.