Accusations

February 19, 2009
By Anonymous

I push the door open
Feel the stares
All over me
On my back, head, arms, legs
They know;
All of them.
They know what I did,
That night last weekend.
They stare with stinging
Accusations.
'Guilty,' they say.
'Pitiful,' the comment.
'How can you live with yourself?
How can you show your face here?'
They say with venom in their words.
There's only one voice missing
And it will forever be silent.
Thanks to me'



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