Madam – It seems like people today don’t understand what the word ‘friendship’ and ‘loyalty’ mean.
A few weeks ago I discovered a supposed ‘friend’ had been spreading hurtful and untrue rumours about me. Newcastle is a small town and people love nothing more than instigating – I think this is evident with all the Facebook pages that are supposed to promote buying and selling, yet allowing people to whine and moan instead.
Don’t people have anything better to do? Is your lives really that boring?
I want to share a poem with you, and I hope those who don’t think twice about hurting those who care for them will take note:
True Colors
It will never be the same
Feel the intruding lead
That hangs my head in pain
The drainage not on my hands
But flows down my back
It was only in the sands
Where you planned your attack
Executed without flaws
With no issue at hand
You dug deep with your claws
Into a faceless land
Your face full of lies
When you greet me at that place
I see through your disguise
And reject your embrace
The wound you try to heal
Is now a gaping maw
Your words can never conceal
The true colors I saw…” – Bryan P. Mix
FK Meyers
