Rumors

The whispers; the giggles;
The faces the make; those
Looks they give me,
Can you tell me?

Those secrets you share,
Those rumors you spread;
Are they about me?

Your words are knifes
That stab me; rip through
Me like bullets, can't
You see my pain?

You drive tears out of me,
Staining my cheeks so red,
You glare at me as if I'm
Nothing; is that what I am?

You killed me inside, driving
Me insane; those thoughts,
Those images of what I might
Do, they soothe me; my dear,
Sweet "friends" enjoy your
Death that's soon to come,
I will be there soon.