Unedited Honesty

Words are spoken.

You mention my problems:
Unimportant
Silent
No One Cares.

What is a decimal 
of an emotion
to the world
when a decimal
is a daily
problem to
me--

Clogging my life:
families broken,
pasts wiped clean
of anything
important?

I don't care
for you to 
care. 

Life is struggling
to cope with
Minor
Major
disasters.

Whether felt or not
on the Richter Scale
of worldly struggles. 

Your words are spoken.

Privileged words
from one generation to the other--

Children should not play
with fire. Burns
are wounds that never heal--
scars identical to betrayal. 

Friendly insults are like
friendly bundles of barbed
wire,

holding us in.

I am no prisoner,
You are no warden--

I speak--
You listen.

Words are free--

Don't
imprison
me.

The End

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