I remember the hurtful things
You have said to me
They stick in my brain
Like chewed gum under a table
Not seen on the surface
But felt underneath
Disgustingly left by someone
Expectant of another to clean.
It’s someone else’s problem
So they don’t care
Like words you spit out
Which are too nasty
Left lingering in my ears.
Poem drafts 
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