“The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that I will have no friends, I will be alone in this world and in my life.”
-Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
Feel like the wolf of the Earth,
socializing hurts,
leave me alone to my burrows.
Retreat to light the bowl,
or dig the hole,
stuff the grass in the pit in my chest.
