and no where to walk
waiting for the fury
when it comes out and talks
We cower and hide
so the rage stays asleep
No one is at fault
but words cut so deep
Words only words
but they cut like a knife
so impulsive, but remembered
and they scar you for life
They are yelled and directed
at those undeserved
but they hit what they seek
and you feel so unnerved
It lasts sometimes three
or four saddened days
then suddenly it's over
smiles break through the haze
Why does this happen?
What did we do?
Is their life so unhappy
are we the cause of their blues?
I pray that it ends
That we all find a way
To know we are friends
and the words that we say
Build up and encourage
Support and embrace
They give love as we struggle
to move at life's pace
But words can do damage
and those words, they don't die
and the ones who receive them
at times don't know why
So, clean the shells off the floor
Sweep them out with the hate
Because your friends want the real you
and today's not too late
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