I Don't Want To Be Alone

At night while walking on the roof,

Fighting my urge to text on all-time active WhatsApp groups,

Writing a message time and again 

But Either never having the confidence to send it there 

Or delete it before it's ever read.

I have been the prey of taunts,

Like ' You don't want to talk 

You don't have an interest in our chats 

What confidence do you need in talking to your friends? '

But believe me,

Being a part of a severely hated community,

The one suffering to so-called depression,

I ain't acting neither it is illusion ;

Yes, I suffer.

When I try to crawl my way out quietly,

From the paws of depression within me ;

While it is taking a small nap,

I try to increase the gap.

Yes, I suffer.

While everyone collecting birthday wishes,

I contemplate whether I should tell ;

As for everyone I am always all ears,

But for me everyone backoffs when they see me in tears.

I suffer.

Thanks to the zoom calls and Google meet,

I don't need to show my face either speak ;

Typing a message with a happy emoji is enough,

People are so carried away in thoughts they never catch my bluff.

I suffer.

The crowd gives me anxiety,

At times Solitude might be my priority ;

Because Interacting with lots of people at once is difficult for me,

But being alone is not what I chose for me