Back Up
No more will you find yourself in my space
Pacing with minus signs on your sleeves
Sending stress signals
Anxiety creeping
Love don’t cost a thingBut you keep buying into pain you never purchased to begin with
Silent tears you cry
Your voice rings out in an outrage
You’re too close to me back up
You keep moving close to me back up
Red lights flashing back up
Why do you drive from your trunk
Cruising in the front seat of my vessel minding my own business
They always come to disturb the peace I exert
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2 Comments
crazywriterof6
I can’t stand my space being invaded (What I got from it). Well expressed!
Shan Bae
Yes that’s exactly where I was going. I am a serious introvert. Sometimes family can be a true sensory overloaded.