Territorial

See this bubble here?
You can’t?
That’s okay.
It’s invisible.
You can still pass through it.
And see this ground here
Yes, that’s right.
The space inside the bubble,
It’s rigged with booby traps.
With each step you take here
You risk taking a chunk out of your
Patience.
You see
If you near me
You will burst my bubble
Set me off the wrong way
And your footsteps are spears
Piercing the ground
Which is an extension of my skin
I don’t care what your intentions are
Coming near me just gets under my skin
And I’ll make you suffer
If you don’t tread lightly

I think I may have social anxiety

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