Claustrophobia

Written: 7.3.01

 

I’m not traditionally afraid of tight spaces,

But people are not my suit.

I can’t stand to be near people.

I’ll yell and shout and scare.

I demand a two-inch space.

Or else you’ll meet my friend Mr. Hyde.

For I’ll become a monster,

And I’ll tear you apart.

So beware before you chose to sit next to me,

And maybe if you respect my space,

You won’t lose an arm.

Or, if you leave me alone,

You’ll escape with your life

 

Psychiatric help cannot help me.

The best prescription is,

To be left to my peace.

My shoulders are not windows,

I am not a wall.

Do not look over my back,

Or else I’ll hit you in the nose.

Sit against me and I’ll shove you.

Lean against me…

I won’t get into that.

The moral of this story?

Leave claustrophobics alone,

And you shall live a long and happy life.