you blame the society,
as you try to gain piety
for all the lost souls,
trying hard to fill their empty holesbut you are the society,
you were the one who caused them anxiety,
made them feel like they were alone
and now they're the only ones knownyou see their names in the news,
do you see what you did, the abuse-
you caused them and the lies you spread
it caused them pain, so much that they bledbut you, you turn a blind eye,
because you don't care if they lie or die
only if you knew,
what they had gone throughbut no, you're part of the same society
who is still living in dubiety
wondering if your hands are red-
from their blood, those who are now deadgo on and live your own life,
but please make sure to hide the knife
because the angry souls will come to seek revenge,
and they won't leave until they are avenged
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Tattletale || Poetry
PoetryTattletale// a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others should I speak or should I not a million words inside my head yet I cannot voice them out promise me you'll listen and then I'll tell you everything started 01/08...