I hear them laughing.
They don't think I notice,
But I do.

Every word spilled from venomous lips
Attacks the fragile skin and seeps through like a stain.

Words are forever incised.
My heart lays shattered.

The worst is not the sting of words
But the friendly and inviting smiles they use against me,
Faking what I thought was real.

My mind plays tricks,
The mirror shies away.
The eyes I see refuse to meet me.
I'll leave them be.

A poor soul would take my place and be forever challenged
If I were no longer here.
They would find a helpless new victim.

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