Poetry of My Own

Rumors

I have always wonder,Who started this trend?

Why do persons eat it up so much?

I could say its addictive.

Others would say its destructive.

Once you've heard it you can never go back.

Do we care if it's the truth?

No the least bit.

We just want something to ruin.
I heard she's pregnant.
Someone told me she tried to kill herself.
I heard she slept with a teacher.
Can you believe she ran away.
He is a foster care rat.
Someone told me they sell drugs.
His friend said he's gay.
I heard that he's poor.

These are the words we choose to "hear".

Have we ever heard it for ourselves?

Probably not.

Yet we spread this fire until it burns us and others.

Rumors.... Rumors... Rumors

Why can't we spread something useful? Good and beneficial.

No it as to be a backstabbing lie.

A heart breaking rumor.

A lie that is too fictitious, it is so easy to spread.

When will they stop?

Never!