I still see those monstrous ways,
Coming to life.
I still feel a part of rejection,
Lingering on to your strife.
Never laugh at the ones,
Who seek to help you.
Walk back if you have to.
Set aside the glorified,
And protect the victims from being horrified.
If anyone asks you,
What you did to help.
Look them in the eyes,
Without any doubt.
And tell them that you felt,
their story.
And it's sort of what you are about.
©terrylin53
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