If I go upstairs,
my friends speak sweet in front of but harsh behind me.
If I remain at the bottom,
they speak harsh in front of and behind me.
If I try to climb the stairs,
they laugh at me.
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they speak harsh in front of and behind me. If I try to climb the stairs, they laugh at me. very much related to life dear poetess. tony