I have become the thing that everyone stops and whispers about.
Distasteful glances and hushed harsh words.
Butterflies in my stomach... sadly not the good ones.
The odd man out.
And you made me this way.
I've opened up... more than I should have.
Laid my heart on the table.
Not realizing that the shadow over my shoulder would snatch it up before you did.
Depression.
Always lurking around the corner... sharpening its claws to pierce my soul.
I'm not sure you truly understand what I go through.
Or maybe you don't want to understand how I feel.
You led me to the stage.
Told me I could do it, as you stepped back into the crowd...
Taking the confidence with you.
I'm frozen...
Tongue-tied...
Vulnerable...
All eyes on me.
I look to you for help... You smirk but never step forward.
Enjoying my embarrassment.
Telling everyone that you don't know what is wrong.
When in fact you do... you took from me and left nothing in return.
The cold embrace takes me into its arms and I'm lost, trying to figure out how I'm going to break free.
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