~she sits somber, her head drawn twards the floor,
her long,beautiful, raven black hair, glistens
in the summer sun light as it shineing through the
window. It's warmth beating down on her silky, soft
body as she sits alone, deep in thought, wondering
if the blankless faces know what they do, wondering
if they know what it's like to be labeled something
that your not. Do they know not what they do? Do
they know what kind of hurt they cause? Or do they
even care? Does it matter what the trueth is?
Would they even listen if told? Why is it so easy
to believe the lies but even harder to believe the
truth? Do they know the empty feeling thas left
behind when they are done talking with forked
tongues? Do they know the pain of being accused
of something that is so untrue, the pain of
being condemed without even a trial? No judge, no
jury, just a label by people that were not there,
a label that never goes away.Did they bother to
ask, do they know you, no they did not but yet
they know, they know everything,as so they think.
Have they spent any amount of time in your pre-
sence? No they haven't but still there's this
label... that will never go away.... because
some one forgot what it was like to be on the
recieving end of such lies, because someone
forgot the pain, because someone forgot the
lonelyness, because someone forgot their own
tears when it happen to them. And all of it
because someone decided they were the higher
power, they were they judge, jury and sentencer,
they knew all with out gathering facts.
She looks up to the sky, preys that no one has
to go through what she has endoured many times
over. And that maybe next time by someone seeing
this page. They will think about it before they
fall into the drama and listen to things of this
nature that serves no purpose but to cause pain
and hurt. Maybe they will think about it before
the next time they decide to make judgement on
another. Because next time, the pain may be their
own. They themselves may find it is them on the
recieving end left helpless, and alone against a
pack of lies, half trueths and enuendo's.~
