Whispers, whispers on the street.
All the rumors you well meet.
Some on me, some on you.
Most are lies but some are true.
All are mean, all are cruel.
Rumors rumors, they'll always rule.
Hateful, hurtful, make you cry.
Wishing rumors would just die.
Looks, glances, and always stares.
Always having pity glares.
Running, running oh so fast.
Trying hard, but come dead last.
Trying hard to get away.
Not wanting to live another day.
Saying words you never said.
Wishing all would just drop dead.
Crying, screaming, yelling, yelping.
Don't you know there's someone helping?
Thieves, jerks, jocks, and liars.
Rumors are like burning fires.
Wanting help but nothing gave.
Just wanting to lye in your grave.
You can get this all to drop.
With a simple saying, stop.
~Caitlyn
