~•0•~
Some people keep on talking,
Gossiping behind my back.
I let them burn their calories
Who am I to stop their yap?
~•0•~
They'll paint me black inside a stranger's mind,
Just to look like angels, holy and kind.
But I won't grab a brush to fix their art
Their masterpiece of lies won't stain my heart.
~•0•~
I'll flick my hair, adjust my crown,
And walk away without a frown.
I won't interrupt their precious play;
The show is free, but I won't stay.
~•0•~
For words are powerless when wisdom holds its ground,
And not every rumor deserves to be unwound.
Some will believe whatever stories they receive.
With a Skibidi Toilet brain, what else should I believe?
~•0•~
I'll let them talk, I'll let them roar,
I've got no energy to settle their score.
I'll play deadma like a pro in disguise:
Deaf to the gossip, blind to the lies.
~•0•~
Want me to sit, listen, and entertain you?
Bring sigma energy and a little sense, too.
But if your invitation comes with drama and delulu,
I'll respectfully decline,I've got better things to do!
~•0•~
I've earned my master's in the art of staying sane,
With years of study and a well trained brain.
I won't waste my education just to fit the taste
Of plastic personalities who gossip in haste.
~•0•~
I'm a Deadma-tologist, licensed in I don't care,
With a PhD in leaving nonsense hanging in the air.
My blood runs thick with anesthesia,
And drama gets discharged without a visa.
~•0•~
I'm pain tolerant, emotionally numb,
When gossip starts playing, I simply go dumb.
Your words hit my ears, then bounce right back
Like a rubber ball escaping a gossip attack.
~•0•~
So keep your rumors, your drama, your verbal gymnastics.
I'm fully immune to your social theatrics.
I've mastered the science, perfected the art.
Of protecting my peace and guarding my heart.
~•0•~
Deadma-tology: my professional decree
You can talk about me, but you can't bill me!
No drama to diagnose, no gossip to treat,
Just a peaceful exit and two dancing feet.
~•0•~
I don't need revenge, nor a comeback attack
My silence is the mic drop. Now, who's got my back?
Signed and sealed, with a smile so glossy,
