For Onlookers Poem by Shannon Moyer

For Onlookers



I am the scent of unhappiness in the air and the awkward silence in your conversation.  I am that half smirk looming after a long day of fighting and harshness.  I am the weakness,   the insecurity, and the only stability that is present after every unsatisfying f*@& and every uttered lie.  I am denial.

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