one word
i used to think that once i got older i would feel better
once i got older it would be easier
and i've come to the realization that
everyone struggles,
young and old,
with their own problems and their own issues.
i used to think that i was feeling the worst and everyone else was fine
i was rude,
i thought they needed to know how i felt
i tried to make them feel it though my words
and i ended up with my words all alone.
i've come to know
that all people think and feel
and everyone wants to be treated well
and one small word can change a persons day
and one small sentence can change a persons life,
for better or for worse.
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