Rumours, words,
Fill my ears
Hurt, betryal,
Fuels my tears.
Whispers, hushed,
Make me look.
glances, glares,
Read like books.
Stares, look mad.
I'm getting scared.
The hushed words tell
Of your grand affair.
She smiles at me,
And I sneer back.
So this is the one
You're with in the shack.
Tears in a stall
Cry me a well.
I'm hoping you
have fun in hell.
People console me,
Like a delicate bird.
They ask me about it.
YES. So I've heard.
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