One

One look could cause an uproar

 

One smile could turn things upside down

 

One picture could haunt you for the rest of your life

 

One rumor could cause a disruption

 

One push could cause a life

 

One incision, and it’s over.

 

There’s no more pain.

 

One apology?

 

It’s too late.

 

They’re gone because of you

 

Because of your ONE item.

 

All she wanted was to be left alone.

 

Yet, you pushed her.

 

Until she decided to let go.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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