Leave It Where It Lies
Don't pick it up.
Don't look into it's eyes.
It's a liar.
It cannot help you.
With it's shiny appearance,
it lies, saying you'll feel better.
You won't.
Under it's shiny surface is a sharp blade,
a blade that craves flesh.
Don't pick it up.
Don't look into it's eyes.
Leave it where it lies.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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