Gossip Poem by Kate Tovar

whispers across the room waiting to be heard,
waiting to be answered by someone,
we listen to the stereotypes we hear in the halls,

are we only made of whispers,
is this how we will end our youth,
our hearts won't take this anymore,

lies-stories-truth,
blade to wrist causing marks that can't be undone,
decided by what others say to make us who we are,

causing us to make a choice between life and death,
hoping we make the right choice by making the wrong one,
whispers were heard, not answered,