People Scare Me

People Scare Me

People scare me.

Mostly I’m referring to

the concept of “People.”

People, other beings, other entities

all together.

People scare me.

 

People watch me,

and seemingly, only me.

Eyes digging, minds waiting,

“What is fuck is she even doing?”

People scare me.

 

I’ve been tossed and turned

by people.

Lied to, made a fool,

by people.

 

I accidently wrote,

“People scar me.”

People have scared me,

rejected, subjected, molested me.

People scar me.

 

My people, I adore.

They protect me, watch over me.

Hide me, shield me,

push me. Drive me.

My people know me.

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