In A Bubble Poem by WriA Poetry

I admit
I like to stay alone
I need that time
Hanging out with my thoughts
is a therapy
but
only for a while
Soon I get lonely
and I know it would be wise
to talk to people around
but
the problem is that
often I am just too stuck in my mind
It is hard to get out
I cannot really push myself to interact
with things outside of my head
Instead
I am involuntarily tied up
in a loop of thoughts

The gap between me and others
doubles
and I realize
that there is a strange bubble
surrounding me
I observe it
as it grows
I listen
because it has a voice
it whispers
it says that now I am safe
That actually
I am better my myself
because people just do not get
who I really am
When I see them through the lense of the bubble
they seem so foreign
It is a struggle for me to understand
how they operate
So I stay silent
as I become afraid

On the other hand
The bubble becomes thicker
From outside it looks bigger
but inside it shrinks
It does not give me a space to think
My thoughts do not have enough room
to breathe
they are just squized in brain
they shout
I cannot concetrate
I have been too lonely
for too long
I cannot handle this anymore
So I start to scream
but because the wall is thick
nobody can really hear
People look at me
and what they see is just
a stranger
with an odd attitude

So
I warn you
Even if you are an introvert
there is a danger
in playing with solitude