At Least There's a Way Out

I feel the pain of the heart
Anxiety, resentment, and other discomfort, that I am afraid to even look at him, let alone communicate or imitate his avoidant style.

I know what I was thinking,
What I thought and wanted,
I once followed, but it just got worse,

Everything is rooted in certainty, I guess, The more you pursue, the more variables, to escape the shackles of uncertainty,

I have to understand it from a black hole, no matter how painful it is to stay like this, then clarification is no longer needed and even better.