Point Point
Whisper, Stare
Noses pointed in the air
Eyes scheming,
Gossip reaming
snaking through the masses
It doesn't take glasses
To see the broken pieces
They left without a care
Whisper, Stare
Noses pointed in the air
Eyes scheming,
Gossip reaming
snaking through the masses
It doesn't take glasses
To see the broken pieces
They left without a care
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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