Change
It started out quite simple
As annoying as a pimple
Then progression showed it’s face
And so decreased our page
Always running to go pee
We ask ourselves “why me?”
At first we were surrounded
But now we are astounded
How they look at us and question
When will they learn their lesson
That an insensitive remark
Tends to hurt more when it’s dark
What we need is those who listen
Like the friends that we are miss’n
IC has left us damaged
Yet somehow seem to manage
The thing we must remember
We are all in this together
By Tricia Phillips