Aug 2020
Feeling like
An onion
Sometimes
Where each layer
Is peeled
Slice by
Painful slice
The deeper one goes
The more it
Makes one cry
Tears held back
From long ago
Perhaps yesterday's
Tears
Maybe even waiting
For tomorrow
An onion
Sometimes
Where each layer
Is peeled
Slice by
Painful slice
The deeper one goes
The more it
Makes one cry
Tears held back
From long ago
Perhaps yesterday's
Tears
Maybe even waiting
For tomorrow
Just trying to figure out what an onion must feel like and how others must feel
Written after seeing someone crying
Crying, after being bullied
Written after seeing someone crying
Crying, after being bullied
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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