Beware People
Beware the people who clench their fists
in rage, for they are the ones who set
the stage.
Beware the people silent and thoughtful
with a hint of need, for what they need
cannot be given. Only taken.
Beware the people who smile at your
back, for that is where they plan to
attack.
Beware the people who come in need
and take with much greed.
Beware those, most of all, who smile to
your face and hide in the dark without
trace. For they are the ones that put on
the best show. The ones that bend
farther, farther, and farther still. They
are the ones that are about to break.
And when they snap they lose it all, but
they never break. They're afraid to fall.
For who would catch something bent and
splintered? Who could break through
their wall? No one. Only they can reach
themselves. Only they can say 'I want to
leave this fake smile, this dark place.'
Only they.
So beware people, they are needy and
want to be loved. They want to be seen
as a friend, not foe. But who would want
to friend someone with a wall ten stories
tall? Who can reach that high?
Copyright © Savannah Mcfarland | Year Posted 2013
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