Silent Critics

[kath3]

yes, you read it right Kath - putting it mildly.
perfect take on my feelings.

At the time I wrote it I was more "murdered" by my fellow poets though.
So I had been killed and looked like liver when you cook it and also beets
and I was the innocent one out there, due to people's coldness.

(the background I posted a story that was new, very dear to me, around Christmas time about my family buying a real live Christmas tree and the events. My father and brother had died and my remembrance of that time in my life was a jewel and I shared it with the group. (I trusted them with my family, my jewels) And the group did not even make one single comment about the story even though it was a time when others were posting stories and getting feedback. It was awful.

Ouch! I'm sorry for your experience.
Great title ... "Silent Critics"