Acquisitive impulse

I don't like the openness of my space
It's too easy for intruders to enter or invade
I wish I could lock it away and hide it from the presence of bad auras
 
My space is my atmosphere
It is my very own galaxy of individuality Consisting of planets and stars that were created with my own optimism and good vibes
And I am not willing to share it
 
My space is an empty playground
Which is located on the street corner where no individuals exist except me
And I can independently find my own happiness and joy
Despite the absence of my intrusive peers
 
My space is the garden of progress
Which contains the soil that was somehow capable of flourishing my broken soul
and when the flowers of freedom grew from the dirt
I dug them up so that desperate outsiders would not steal them
 
My space is the birthplace of my hopes and dreams
As my confidence climbs the ladder of possibility
The harsh realities of the cruel world waits at the bottom
Pulling my leg and hoping I fall
 
And if I do fall
It would be okay
As long as I'm left alone
With my own space