The Note

Fri, 11/08/2019 - 12:46 -- SylviaJ

It passes around until the last person sees. 

Like a rumor spreading until the victim hears. 

It’s like a needle penetrating the skin once it hits. 

The note, oh those things people giggle and smirk about.

But you never know what pain people hide behind such a laugh.. 

How much hatred they have for themselves, from such hurtful words you spoke of them. 

You need to stop and think “How would I feel if I was the last one standing, laughing, or even crying”

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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