Lonely

I find it weird When people want to hang and chill with me Or better yet like me It could be an insecure thing Or something I'm not used to But here's something that I am used to Being alone Doing my own thing And looking from the outside because I am never fully in I am sorry if I closed myself off Or in a way make you feel unwanted That something I usually feel And never meant to be reflected onto you I am sorry if you constantly invite and I never come But old habits are hard to shake And my loneliness is my best friend Because when everyone decides to leave I can always count that my loneliness will catch me when I weap