RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Listening to talk in the room, feeling pain of lucid
thinking, as people create false sensations of trust
with one another.
Fickle words tearing apart human beings with forked
tongues and twisted minds.
Smirching characters, belittling others to expand
their own egos.
Then causing hurt feelings, all the while ignoring
and pretending they haven't said anything wrong.
Isn't it a wonder how these self-same people are
failures in tending their own lives?
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