The Rumor

Something in the mumbled off words you hear

low voices everywhere, you must decide

odd looks and giggles are starting to appear

Learning to put those whisperings aside

Each day is a different obstacle

The eyes that follow you down the hallway

It feels like a never ending cycle

Wanting to put the dumb rumors away

They don’t see what they are doing to you

You hide the non-stopping tears of sorrow

You listen to their words and also view

Them whispering ‘She sleeps with a farrow’

Smiling to yourself you begin to learn

The rumors arent’ true, they need to discern.