At a Loss

Every time I see the pictures, I wish I could be a better person.  I wish I could break through the wall and make the right connection and be someone who was welcome and not so threatening.  Everything I try fails.  I try to think positively and hope and try again, but nothing works.  I have the odd compulsion to hide.  That's so strange.  Why hide?  No one would look for me.  That's really kind of funny.  I would be tucked away in my seclusion and everyone else's life would go on as normal, because you don't miss someone who's invisible to you anyway.