Stabbed
those who stab you in the back
want to watch you stumble from behind.
their silent gain
your quiet loss
they dont want to see your face
or watch your eyes close in pain.
but would rather stand aside
to win at their only game
those who stab you in the front
want to watch you die
want to see you stumble
stare you in the eyes
hope youll never stand again
dont care if you fall into their arms.
theyll just drop you.
Copyright © Andrea Ashton | Year Posted 2007
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