I was never in a crowd as they call it I stayed to myself.
Destroying a
Fragile hope of friendship
With one bitter world
A single poisonous glare
Whispered gossip
In a shallow ear
Striking a mark
In a lonely heart
Filled with righteous fear
A happily brutal snicker
Coupled with a ruthless sneer
Every day cruelty
For mock acceptance
Fraudent contentment
And the right to weep
In guilt
In sorrow
In solitude
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