Personal Space

I am walking,

Listening,

Hearing,

Seeing.

I prefer isolation,

Yet I cannot stand desolation.

I enjoy,

Yet detest people,

Inhabiting my personal space.

Get out of my bubble!

Too close,

I can't breathe,

Breath. . . becoming. . . short.

Please,

I beg,

Be not the anaconda,

Nor the boa constrictor,

Set to bring my life to a close.

Get out of my bubble!

Be,

Instead the lifeboat, 

The preserver of my destiny of a longer life.

I enjoy you dearly,

But please,

Get out of my bubble!

By Katii