myself as a devoured fawn

I am not feeling well. And I have the best tactics for not dealing of anyone I know. I only know a few people. I don't know anybody. Who am I? such basic qualms, never ending. Laughable. The trying starts now, so I ran away. Stream of consciousness puke. Gets me nowhere. Safer bet than actual attempts. Back to square one. It's not all that bad. I am a fawn in the meadow is all, cowering in fear. Try and catch me. Shaky legs never stop buckling. You win. I am devoured. Well, the death is not so bad, its the digestion that I can't stomach. Never ending.