Am I so impatient that I see
Only bad, insensitive things
In what others do? 
Am I not secure enough 
To allow persons interested
To come close? 
Why am I ready to freeze
After encouraging at the start
Steadily then, detach myself? 
I begin later to speak less, 
Smile less, step backward, 
Don’t meet his or her eyes.
The message is crudely, silently
Given: No, don’t come further
It is not wanted: I am off, distant.
What happens can be predicted: 
He or she sees the painful change
And moves away - slow, or fast.
Many disappear completely.
Only  those in close circle stabilize
And with proper spaces between us.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
I can relate to the poem. Very well done.