My Hall of Mirrors
Hesitating to explain is what I do best
Sometimes I'd rather not even explain
Because my truths
Will be misunderstood by many ears and eyes
My truths ache when you spread rumors
They seethe as you fabricate a me that never existed
You gather your believers as I gather myself
Standing alone among the crowd -
I said "I needed a friend, not a fair-weathered one."
Copyright © Carolyn Brunner | Year Posted 2018
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