In my mind,
Sick thoughts
Breed infection
As I isolate
Myself from
Happiness
And dwell in
Lonely abodes.
Making myself ill
Does not make
Me feel better
Nor does keeping
Away from people
Who get the choice
Of accepting me
Or rejecting me.
I’d rather be
Well if not perfect
And with others,
Even if I risk
The chance of
Being disliked
For at least I
Will live with
No more regrets.