telephone booths and marching parades

Telephone booths and marching parades

I left you number on speed dial,
don’t bother to call.
I hang up to anyone 
who dares to try at all.
I shut myself out of conversation
besides my voicemail remarks that
 ”I’m, still on vacation.” 
 However, its not that I don’t like you,
that’s not the case. 
It’s something personal, 
that maybe when I’m older I’ll be willing to face.
This may seem puzzling at first
of course cause you don’t understand  
but please don’t be mad or come to think of raising your hand,
Anger kills me why don’t you see,
eliminating the identity and the existence of what is me.
I crawl back under your footsteps and linger behind,
go underneath then land right back at your 
side.