The Rumor

Mon, 12/02/2024 - 10:07 -- Noor D

A rumor, a rumor it’s a statement that’s untrue. It spreads around like a virus leaving people completely silenced it goes through the whole world then reaches you. The rumor, the rumor it chokes like being put in a room full of toxic gases your eyes fog up and so do your glasses blurring your vision unable to see you do the next best thing, cuddle in bed as your heart sinks as heavy as lead friends not wanting to call , your thoughts as crowded as a mall. And so I ask you, is it worth it is it worth it to lose a friend who during time you would spend fun-loving times is it worth all the drama that will attack you  with Karma and harm ya. So don’t sell your friend, to lend a couple days of popularity and after people will question your friendship depending whether to mend it. To mend wounds you created so I ask you again is it worth it.

This poem is about: 
Me

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