I am

I am but old skin and brittle bone Or the fading giggle in an echoing corridor 

You think you know me

You think you know my life

Have you suffered the cutting words

Have you felt the knife go deeper

The choking feeling whilst gasping for air

The taunts, the snide comments of so called friends

You don’t know me and I don’t know you but I’ll never judge, will you? 

  

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