New People

I can't explain why I hate new people.

They're loud,

and they're friendly,

and they certainly don't know me.

Surely I'd be bothering them,

I mean, new people bother me.

They make me tight in the chest,

And heavy in the legs,

And completely incapable

Of smiling or speaking.

And yet, i need new people to breathe.

I can't live without people,

And people move on from me quickly.

I say the wrong thing,

or the right,

Or they just move away.

So I need new people to breathe,

Hate them as i might.