-The world is hanging-- a thin, fine balance.
Note how you treat every living thing;
You have no idea what dark secrets hang behind any carefully crafted smile.
Someone's world could be on the verge of falling apart, or coming together,
and the simplest thing you do or say could unravel it all.
-It's painful. It's emotionally draining.
Knowing how many different sides to a story there are
Knowing that each pair of eyes sees a completely different world
Knowing how, as each side of the story is kept to itself, hidden,
suppressed, silenced, stifled,
just how much more ugly that makes the reality.
The reality of the thing changes as time passes,
while individual interpretations mold each person's thoughts, perceptions,
actions.
And those actions affect everyone else in an individual way,
while their own realities remain suppressed, stifled.
How it all ripples and ripples and ripples.
The reality of the thing takes on an ugly shape, a fearsome thing to behold,
and hope is just a tiny flickering light, far.
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