Words
Eyes of harsh hatred blind my sight
As I walk through their staring eyes
Some feel pity
Others feel guilty
But none dare stand bravely
Friendless
This torture is endless
As they are pitiless
And their words limitless
But they don't have the power
To keep me caged and sour
For as they may leave a mark
“They strike mine [ears], but not my heart”
~With thanks to Ben Johnson for the last line~
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