Whispers

Whispers whispered behind my back

Their laughing cracks;

Whips against me

Stings worse than bees.

 

Water gathers in my sad eyes –

Not a surprise.

Walking past them

No, not again.

 

Don’t they know words hurt more than stones?

Being alone is

Better than with them,

If they only knew…

 

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