Distance

There is a fine line,
Between coping and despair,
And once it's crossed it's hard to help,
Inject reason into the affair.

But what's that called when you're inconsolable,
Kind of like when a kid throws a tantrum?
I don't know, but I'm sure it's unavoidable,
And it surely negates all chance at conversation.

Because, why discuss when not doing so means,
You have the freedom to act as you want,
Regardless of the attempts of other people to make,
Your situation more pleasant?

But it's alright,
It's actually easier on others.
It gives them one less thing to worry about in their world,
While you flail about in yours.