I’ve always been curious:

why do all my friends leave?

I know I’m a bit clingy,

is that something I should grieve?

I get anxious if a clock ticks,

and if a phone rings.

I get anxious if a dog barks,

and if a door swings.

How much time do I have left?

Who could be calling?

Does the dog hate me?

Should we start talking?

I like to cling to friends

I actually have.

I’m sorry if I’m anti-social.

I’m extroverted less than half.

Every year I make a friend

I become that chatterbug.

Every year I lose a friend or two.

At this point, I should just shrug.

One day I’ll end up lonely.

The thought is terrifying.

They’ll all deny me.

Nobody’s clarifying

if I’ll have someone.

My best friend’s distant,

my other friends ignore me.

My family is okay with it,

because it’s always been reality.

I know I’m weird and goofy,

and I rotate between never speaking

to never stopping.

My mind is shrieking.

I can’t stop thinking

and wondering when

they’re going to leave me.

It’s happening again.

I can’t breathe anymore.

My vision’s blurring.

I think it’s back,

my anxiety’s occurring.

I’m holding on too tightly.

Please just let me out

I’m screaming,

but I can’t shout

for someone to help.

My friends have left,

and, if not, they’re about to.

I’m crying,

but they don’t have a clue.