Are They Just To Point Me Out

Some say I suffer from anxiety

And others suggest it's depression

Some recommend to me a psychiatric help

And some advise a change in routine

Some talk about the game of hormones

And some put the blame on my monotonous schedule

Some even go to the extent of saying

That I blow matters out of proportion

This is a phase even I well understand

But it doesn't let me comprehend

I know it's only me who's got to fight this out

And without my willingness, nobody can help me out

But there's a mystery I can't unravel

That those who guide me about reasons numerous

Why do they avoid facing my loneliness

Why do they shun me and my feelings

Why do they whisper about me at parties and get-togethers

Why do they point out to me

And give me those creepy glances

Don't they have the heart to fathom 

That they also have an important role to play

In getting me out of this situation