Hide

What I may now be realising,
Is that I need a world outside. 
The problem's that the way you make me feel,
Makes me want to withdraw.  Hide.
I assumed I could not face the world,
Because I struggled to face you. 
Perhaps my realisation, is that,
It's your presence that makes me blue.
Your presence makes me question,
Who I am and what's my worth.
What not be allowed to be who I am ,
And, as it, just walk upon this earth.