Don’t force me to come places with you,
You are trying to eat more than you can chew.
I am the lost wanderer,
Don’t take me to be a loner.

Don’t force me to talk,
Or join me for a walk.
There is bliss in solitude,
And it is rude to intrude.

I love people and places,
And their multiple faces.
But I love me and my space more,
Invading and clinging on to me makes me sore.
When I can’t take it anymore,
You would see a face you have never seen before.
Oh, I will politely show you the door.

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