Hermitage

Even when the world is going mad
And I would pull myself inside my shell
To hide from everything that's hard or bad
I want to pull you in with me as well.
When I imagine every human touch
Bears with it danger of trauma and pain,
I want to hold you close, then, just as much
As when I feel the panic in me wane.
Each time I wonder if it's worth the trouble
To stay in contact with the world outside
I know I still want you inside my bubble;
If it means you aren't with me, I won't hide.
I cannot deal with people, yet I hate
The thought that you and I might separate.