Stolen Self

Invisible seam, this bubble of mine.
Knotted and zippered, encompassed with twine.
Designed yes, to keep me, not let me free.
Spinning in circles, choosing not to escape.
No internal complaints on this side of me,
but outside brings confusion of what you may see.
Leaving the bubble… you’re too close to me…
close talkers, and persons  stand  5 feet away!
A recluse, a hermit,  to a certain degree.
hiding in sight, draped with an imaginary cloak.
‘Overwhelming’ surrounds me…
Retreat.. to my ‘CHOSEN BUBBLE’, I keep afloat.