“I know you want an opinion
You are like all of us, craving acceptance.
So wary this time of letting one gel.
We’ve both been hurt and paid a price.
We wear it;
It hides behind our smiles.
Our turning heads and wandering eyes tell of places
We would rather not go.
My words are like water;
Once they spill, they go to every place.
“But what do you think?”
“The question should be, what do you know?
That’s what matters.
But we all want peace.”
Prompt: A poem in the form of a letter.