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Overshare, If You Dare: 6:23 pm October 23, 2023

  • turnerabby01
  • Oct 30, 2023
  • 1 min read

People tell me things-

unseen,

I don't believe,

can't conceive,

why me?

They tell me stuff-

that should be hush-hush,

how they were too rough,

made a bluff,

kept themselves flush,

I've had enough!

To keep their secrets-

a hypocrite-

I'm sick of it.

If I don't lie,

what kind of friend am I?

A whistleblower,

snitch,

a bitch.

Stop getting me on the hitch-

for your dishonesty,

crimes,

sordid times,

when you were fried,

that guy who died.

Oversharing a curse-

I'm destined

to hear.

I used to care so much

when they clutched

my advice,

listened intently-

for my reaction,

a fraction of my thoughts.

Even when

what they said-

haunts,

taunts

my mind

and I can't find

peace

after their release.

These things they say,

never go

away.


 
 
 

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