…
You hated it. That
pathetic voice.
You could hear it
again. You turn and yell, but
you have no choice.
You listen.
…
The words that came
out were heartless, so
heartless, "Life isn't what
it seems,"Voice cried.
You feel hurt;
your knees are weak."Fool!"
Voice continued.
You didn't want to—
"Stand up. Only
the lonely ones speak
of broken glass and dreams."
...