I do not think we realize
To what extent we criticize
We take for granted someone’s feelings
And talk about their off time dealings
We just seem to ramble on
And talk about the one that’s gone
It won’t hurt they can’t hear
But you can’t hide that nasty sneer
We hardly ever look inside
To find some good that there might hide
The other guy is to blame
For giving me this tarnished name
I could never do any wrong
My righteous virtues are too strong
But what is said behind my back
What real friend do I lack
Who stabs me without a trace
Then smiles in my tear stained face
From me to you I think it’s sad
We miss the good and see the bad
When must this senseless torture cease
How high a price is there for peace
MMR 77
Paizli Palmrose © 2009
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