Gossip Pool
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     The whispers, the sounds
     They things they say
     Behind my back
     The things I don’t know

     They giggle and snicker
     They gossip and titter
     And inside it pierces my heart
     Like so many arrows

     And I never can heal
     Because the arrows keep coming
     A continuous rain
     Barraging, plaguing

     Each sly smile
     Each crafty whisper
     I can hear behind closed doors
     I still know from behind

     My eyes are in front
     But I see behind me
     My ears are to the side
     But I hear all around

     I hear the bad things
     See the laughing
     Feel the pain
     As they gossip to their friends

     So little words
     So little said
     And yet to me
     There’s no need to hear more

     I know more than it seems
     And, unfortunately, I understand
     Understand that I don’t fit in
     That the gossip is always about me

     Annoying, a braggart
     And everything I do, there’s someone
     Who can create an untrue story
     To stir the gossip pool