The Calendar (2023)

Staring out the same window 
Every day, nothing changing 
Other than the four seasons 
Looking for a reason, to go 
Anywhere but here, & though 
You have plenty, this curse 
Called Social Anxiety mixed 
With my Depression will not 
Let Me leave my seat, which 
Might as well have chains & 
Locks for socks, because of 
How tied I Am to the prison 
Of my own making, so taking 
Away all Time of day, until 
Finally, I wither away like 
Flowers from May N December 
As I forget how to REMember