Intoxicated,
Within,
The,
Blue-green,
Slime,
I view,
Myself,
As someone,
Who is,
Unappealing,
And can’t,
Hold a decent,
Conversation,
I fear,
Being rejected,
Humiliated,
And ridiculed,
By others,
I want,
To be able,
To have,
A small,
Circle,
Of those,
Who love,
Me,
I want to belong,
Yet,
If,
I’m with,
A group,
Of friends,
I get,
Incredibly,
Anxious,
Of the others,
Watching,
Trying,
To see,
Through,
The blue-green,
Slime,
Around me,
There are,
Sub-types,
For,
This order,
I have,
But,
The list,
Itself,
Seems,
Endless,
Like the ones,
In my head,
That tells,
Me not,
To get to close,
To someone,
In case,
They hurt me,
Or abandon me,
The GP,
Said,
There is help,
Out there,
For me,
But it,
Will take several,
Steps,
For me,
To become,
A lot,
Less isolated,
Within,
The slime,
Walls,
There,
Are three,
Kinds,
Of therapy,
They suggested,
Which will be,
Ideal,
They are,
Social skills training,
Cognitive therapy,
And group therapy,
The first,
And last,
Will be the hardest,
I hope,
The therapist,
Is someone,
I can,
Trust,
I don’t want,
To be doomed,
Into the,
Blue-green slime,
Forever
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