We Can All Change
Broken symbiotic ribbons
Your fallen existential role
New set with props like knives
Life is real
Love will heal or hurt you
Every mask burned in the fire
Judge not lest ye be judged
All scrutiny turned right back at you
Every stone thrown comes at you
She cries and blames everyone
All that make up in your mirror
Spiritual mascara hides a garbage dump
Gossip is murder
Charity is not easily offended
Some people are impossible to be around
Who wants to walk around on egg shells?
The good news is we can all change
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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