The crowd around you is talking about this and that:
Sheâ€™s ugly; heâ€™s fat.
You resist at first: â€œI shouldnâ€™t say that.â€
But thereâ€™s a lust, a thirst to say your piece.
Then it comes out: â€œYeah, heâ€™s such a beast.
He could brush his teeth!â€
Those around you cackle that youâ€™ve stooped so low,
Perhaps thereâ€™s a part of you that dies each time,
Because in your heart of hearts, you know
You shouldnâ€™t have carried on so.
But just so you know we all fall at times to the depths below.
He forgives trespasses when weâ€™re truly contrite.
But perhaps you donâ€™t care and press on out of spite.
Then by chance someone says something about you.
You deny it at first but know itâ€™s true.
It burns; it stings
And nearly brings
You to tears.
How dare they!
But in a way
You know itâ€™s deserved;
So you swallow hard and carry on.
They donâ€™t know who I am,
And Iâ€™ll give it back as soon as I can.
The gossip runs back and forth
Till youâ€™re nearly horse.
The itching continues but you feel mostly the burn,
Perhaps silence is the hardest lesson to learn.