People II
By MistressAli

I've gotten better, yes
They don't affect me as much anymore
Their stares, their presence
But still, sometimes
Or maybe more often than sometimes
They get to me
Crawl under my skin, scuttling like termites
Beneath the baseboards
Oh sometimes, or more often,
They slip between the gaps of my spine
And stay there, a sour song in my nerves
Maybe someday, sour will be sweet
But more often than sometimes
It isn't.