Dear Onlooking Eyes


United States

Dear onlooking eyes,


We’re all thorns

One speculated look

Will prick another


One judgement can imprison another mind

Poison begins to seap

It could slowly take over


Or slowly fade away

It could make you weaker

Or could make you stronger


Some thorns grow harder

Some thorns will disappear

We continue to look


In spite of our poisonous sting

We can stop if we try

But we won’t give our minds the time

This poem is about: 
Our world
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