EDGE ?

Talking to a friend the other day. (I have friends) They were describing some activity involving themselves. ( we're kinda all included at one time or another. know what I mean?) He/she/they talked about how some people with no part in his particular life seem to feel free to complicate said life just because. It's funny how some who are on the edge want to mess up others. Now being on the edge is not the same as existing on the edge. Something sad about hanging on to the tendrels or wisps of smoke trailing behind that these kinds of persons grasp just to pretend they are part of the whole. In order to appear or be revelant they stomp on and intrude in the lives of others. She told me that she wanted to scream for them to leave her alone but it would not be lady like. So she endures. They all have the same experiences you and I have. Nothing new. There's always someone willing to hurt, embaress, or hold you up to ridicule because they really are just insencetive. They think only of themselves and their image. Their entire life depends on how others see them. In their own image. Some view these kinds as strong. How sad! These are the ones not on the exiting edge of life but on the edge of nothing. Don't give it a second thought

Notice how I cleverly changed tense? In truth, he/she/they is no one anyone knows but me. Yes I have friends none of my other friends know. The little people who hide in the bushes and under the flowers. Who roam the streets and live under the overpasses. Who strive and struggle in the light of day but are never seen.