Opinions
We throw advice around like confetti
Hoping that maybe,
We could celebrate when they listened,
Just to say,
“I told you so”
It was so easy to comment,
Just to be heard,
To feel important,
Only for that 2-minute fame.
But for how long,
Before we realized that,
Maybe we were all insecure.
Maybe attention was all we needed.
We were roses,
And their opinions were thorns,
Making our self-confidence bleed,
Till we were just a bundle of bones
Left to exist.
