Day Twenty-Two of NaPoWriMo:
In a place of crowded faces, I stand alone.
You used to be the best of company
Now I prefer to be alone.
You used to speak words of joy
and was a pleasure to be around. Now you speak
vulgar words and tear people down.
Those eyes that glance right through me
and pretend to see me not Hurt more
than throwing daggers, and feels worse then things that rot.
If you're happy -I guess that matters.
Although its such a shame. That you
speak words of poison while claiming you know His name.
It makes me sick to know you're different
and not the person you once were. Just know I
made an effort and you let it go.
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