Dear Onlooking Eyes

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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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