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Hurt

Hurt

your words intend to hurt
kicked me when i was down
didn't care...just smirked
that's why i frown
now intentions i question
forever i am changed
can't learn my lesson
emotions kept silent
closed mouthed, because i am frightened
of being judged, ridiculed, and shamed
cuz i am the one to blame
why do i not a say word about what's inside?
only mean words will fly, because they reside
inside a swirl of anger
of someone who thrives in chaos
look at your life...it lingers
nothing goes right...all is lost
so stop those words so mean
or enjoy life on the street
and i won't bat an eye
fly away... i won't cry
wait...you don't know how to fly ?
crash and burn...********...Die!!

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Tony Taylor

WOW!! LIZ!!..... this is intense...... and filled with an angry kind of observant pain....I pray that this is an observation and not something you're experiencing personally...... yet somehow I know it's you...... It is FAR too good to not be personal........ and far too expressive...... It's VERY compelling poetry/proseĀ dear poet sister!!........ and VERY well crafted!!.......ALL STARS!!........ well done!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo.Ā  : )

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Liz Campbell

Thanks Tony. Unfortunately, this is me. I know someone who can't seem to grasp the meaning of the word tact... to put it mildly. He also blames me for all of his problems.
Thank u for your kind words. They always mean a lot.

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