an attempt at a poem (Opposite of me)

I walked into the department store
Where my eyes devour treasures galore
I glance up to see where the cameras lay
Knowing if caught how dearly I would pay
The dress I wear is surely long enough
To conceal the magnitude of all the stuff
I plan to hide beneath it until there's none
I'm nervous, yes, but compelled by the fun
Of taking things that surely are not mine
Especially intricacies hard to find
My skin's a buzz, my hearts all a flutter
My mind reveals my house full of clutter
Containing things I want but do not need
But compelled to take them, coerced by greed