Crowded

They're to the left, to the right,
They're right in front of me
They're here, and they're still coming
They surround me so tightly
If I try to move, I'll bump into them
What would they think?
How would they feel?
The tightness of the space I have
Is so uncomfortably small
If I cry, will they attack?
Why do they press in so?
Do they need to be this close?
There's no room for me to move
I cannot understand where I'm to go
What I'm to do
I want to just get out
I want to break free
But even after breaking through the first ring
There's layer upon layer of them surrounding me
It's not normal to be this close
I cannot stand not being able to move,
So I crawl
I crawl as far as I can go
I'm free, and they're still there
They're still jam packed
Against each other like peanut foam
I'm out, and they cannot see me
I've gotta go
I have to run
Because if they catch up to me
I'll be trapped, again