Zoning out with my jeans halfway up my thighs,
Sitting on the couch, waiting for the sunrise.
Gonna leave the house, these walls I despise,
Though I'm loathe to leave, I must break these ties.

I've been in good company, while all by myself,
I should break these walls, I should reach out,
But I don't see the point, I'm full of self-doubt.
I know I'll feel better,
If I accept this offer.
But they could do better,
What do I have to offer?
Am I really so human to be around others?
Can I be carefree, can I not be a bother?
Ignore that aversion!
Maybe I'm cool in person...
There's only one way to know:
I have to get up and go.

Edit: Image Description: white/tabby cat on my clothing rack. He has a look of slight worry as his backfeet (not pictured) fall between the rungs.