Some People

I don't like the whispering, the covered up sounds that barely reach the ear, those soft voices with their secrets creeping down the corridor. I don't like the muted conversations that cower in corners, the russling gossip, innuendo lipped on the end of a breath, hidden by a hand. Or the sighs quietly puffed out of a tightened mouth, the stiffled grunts deep in a throat, all those sounds too cowardly for words. I don't like the silence that falls when near, the deathly lull tunneling through the muffled talk as I walk past. Sometimes it's hard to like some people.