A Self-Imposed Curse

It's a self-imposed curse, loneliness is perverse In self-pity you wash, in lethargy you slosh You care what others think, while your own ego shrinks You don't walk, you just slink -- in your eyes you just stink... But the truth, you should know, is that others tiptoe Around you 'cos you're blue, and the fact is they rue That you're quite dainty too, a real delicate fool... If you'd like to know how to snap out of it now Try to join something fun, you're not the only one Who has ever been down, gone around with a frown... So please heed my advice, it'll work out quite nice You'll get rid of your curse -- and with that ends this verse