People washing around me
like waves on a teeming shore
all this life
Its suffocating
people
so many souls
bubbling up with joy
echoing sounds of laughter
my brain lost in the chatter
people I know greet me and move on
I push and shove my way to where I need to be
just a store
its only shopping
only
not to me
people
management
too many people for me
I make my way to the darkened store
tailored for people like me
piercings
tattoos
and doc martin shoes
all for people like me
I fade comfortably into the background
I am the buzz behind the loud music
I like it much better this way
bows
belts
and collars
all for people like me
I smiled
little
but there
I swear
but only for people like me
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