Stay Away

Am I depressed,

Or just overly stressed,

Don't know but I feel like a nuisance,

Like my voice is just abusive,

To everyone that I know,

And am not even mentioning my flow.

What I say in these poems hurts,

But my head itself hurts worse.

I've been thinking,

What if I stayed in my room always sleeping,

Never doing anything like partying,

Just sit here and keep the music playing.

Only go out to go to my school,

Maybe then I will feel like less of a fool.

Don't go online,

I could do this and be just fine.

Be a locked in,

No need to go for a spin,

No reason to try to win,

A one on one game against my best friend.

Just sit in my room,

And let my mood loom,

Check to see if anybody notices,

And if they do will they even miss,

My little awkward banter,

And my usual useless chatter?

At the moment I would say they wouldn't miss,

Me being my usual pest.