11:11

wish forty-three

“she’s so pathetic,” their snickers
crawl on the floors of the halls.
begging to be freed from their
filthy mouths of hell and misery.

who are you to judge others
when you will only be
judged in return?

“gosh, he’s so gay,” an echoing
thunder rises above our heads.
his head lowers, his soul
empties in his palms. he’s
defeated.

who are you to turn
such a beautiful word
into something with
a bitter meaning?

“can you please kill
yourself? man, you’re
so freaking loud,” says
the person who feels
insecure themselves.
the person who puts
others down to smile.

but are you smiling when
your words turn into
actions?

no.
you’re not.
because.
you.
were.
wrong.

i wish people would stop. stop
being so mean. stop being so hateful.
stop, stop, stop. do not be monsters.
look at yourself in the goddamn mirror.
do you like what you see? a person
who was once so beautiful has
now been tainted with the hateful
words you say to others.

they are not the ugly ones,
your words are ugly. disgusting.
and they need to buried
six feet under.