The Scab

Hello everyone!
I haven't been on here for quite sometime and its about time I uploaded something that isn't from last year.

Now the free verse poem I wrote above is about mental abuse, anxiety, depression, etc.

I recently finished my first year of college and it was a roller coaster of mental pain. It was in an environment I wasn't used to and my roommates were really just the worst people ever to room with.
Stupid me, I felt bad for my other roommates I actually liked, so I decided to stay. And they could of cared less about me.
I roomed in a suite of five other people, which in my opinion, is a really bad idea.
I had no one to talk to.
I was alone.
I didn't want to go see a counselor. They don't really do much tbh.
I'm not the type that is really ambitious to go out and be social.
I have a bit of a trust issue when it comes to making friends because all of the friends i've had previously.
Either it didn't work out or they just stopped talking to me for no apparent reason and it literally made me not eager to make any friends.
Not even someone to talk to.
Now because of that, I some how developed a social anxiety problem.
I literally would of went to my class and have some sort of mental breakdown and leave early.
I was never like this until I went to college.
I always was never self conscious of my surroundings or care about what anyone thought about me.
I get all worked up now whenever I'm in a room of people I don't even know.
It just gets me overwhelmed now.
I'm fine whenever I go out and see people, but don't have to interact with them.

It's actually scary and not fun at all.
Of all the anxiety attacks i've had at school, it makes me literally not even encouraged to go back to college, but its like I have to.