The therapist says to mingle and make friends,
Your heart knows that’s true, but your mind just pretends.
It whispers of judgment, the fears that it sends,
A battle within as your spirit contends.
Each laugh feels like armor, but doubt weighs you down,
In a room full of faces, you wear a frown crown.
What if they see you, the cracks and the flaws?
What if connection is lost in the pause?
But deep in your heart, there’s a spark seeking light,
A yearning for warmth in the coldness of night.
With courage, step forward, let go of the chains,
Embrace the uncertain; it’s where freedom gains.
For friendship’s a garden that flourishes slow,
With patience and kindness, its beauty will grow.
So heed the soft whisper that pushes you near,
For the joy of connection can banish all fear.
M.A.D. Works 