You glare at me with such hatred
Yet you tell others I am sacred
Your piercing eyes go right through me
Does this mean that you loathe me?
Your actions towards me show much scorn
It’s like you hate the day I was born
If you hate me so
Why not just let me go
This poem is for FOWC with Fandango
The word for this challenge is scorn.
Susan's Place 
And even worse than scorn is icy cold nothing. This was well done!
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Not one of my favorites but I’m so glad you liked it.
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Painful…I hope it’s just a poem, and not your true-life experience…
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Just a poem 🙂
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Good, I feel better ❤
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🙂 ❤
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❤
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Really good Sysan. Thanks for the Follow. I think I put a smiley that was wrong on my reply to you on my blog. It should have been a smiling face but I hit the wrong one. I am blind you see, and sometimes hit the wrong thing, really sorry. Smile.
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Thank you, and nice to meet you.
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You are welcome. Please forgive my typos. On my last comment I should have said lovely not lively. Oh dear! Well, i hopee you got my meaning anyway!
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I understood exactly what you meant, so no worries 🙂
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Oh bless you. Thankyou. Most people know I am blind, but with you being a new follower I wasn’t sure if you knew. Smile.
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