In the distance I hear words of criticism.
Laughing follows whatever was said.
Tears begin to fall while the
laughing gets stronger.
Behind your back the laughing
and the words continue.
Laughing at that point gets to the
highest level there is.
You feel like you are in the shadows.
But wherever you hide or run
they will continue to laugh at you
or gossip about you.
If you turn the corner,
the words are being spoken
and the laughing is endless.
It feels like no one has the heart of purity.
No one has the feeling you do.
No one cares that a tear falls.
No one knows that your heart is in shatters
upon the ground.
They will keep saying the words
and laughing about what they said.
Until the day that death approaches,
then maybe the words and
the laughing will stop.
Hopefully the tears may start.
Then they will know how it
feels to have their heart in shatters.
But later they will find another person
and start the words and the laughing
all over again.
Will the endless words and the laughing
end?
