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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