Words
as soon as my back is turned,
it starts.
Those cruel, harsh whispers,
None of it true.
They try to keep their voices low
Not low enough.
I hear snippets of conversation
full of hurtful nonsense.
No wonder I want to leave.
Copyright © Jess Powers | Year Posted 2010
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