UNFINISHED POEM

You stand there on your box

Just casting stones at me

Judging for all my sins

Telling me Hell is where i'll be



And as you go home at night

The life you live is quite the same

YOu hide your problems out of sight

read your book...and just cast blame



How can you say your perfect

Snickering and gossiping when my back is turned





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