Nomidea What To Call This

sitting in a corner everyday telling himself to stay away happiness he wants to have yet life is sad and drives him mad his tears dry and old but they are gold to some of his bold friends he says yet they turn to him ask where has he been he lies and slowly DIES inside more day by day night by night yet he is locked in a self fight with the dark night of his so called might but his light diminishing within his sight though he knows it is a sad sad blight he wont give up on that light showing his might but a delusion that keeps creating his greatest illusion CONFIDENCE he has none it will still be done cause he will never be one AON