"Hide"

To be nervous would be foolish,
For there is nothing to fear.
Except loneliness and darkness,
Is certainly near.

Shutdown all hope!
Hit self-destruct!
For it is impossible,
For you to reconstruct.

Introvert, you are?
Stop all self-pity.
Extrovert, maybe?
You think you're so witty.

Who are you?
No. One.
Stop asking yourself.
Undone.

Hide behind your guitar,
And the rhyming word.
We cried, but guess what?
No one heard.