Unfriending

How can you be all alone
with people in your face,
indeed crowding you out,
invading your space?

It was bad enough back when
I was in my teens
but, God, I'm fifty-six;
tired of this scene.

It's not just all the crowding
but really, the sneaking,
in my room and my car
has me not speaking.

I can't stand liars and thieves
who break confidences
who repeat what I said;
I was defenseless.

So just go, leave me alone
I do not need your kind.
I deserve much better
and that's what I'll find.