Treasure Island

Laura Strom


Gossip


torn apart by gossip
destroyed by half truths
the girls at school don't know me
but they act as if they do

they whisper and they giggle
as i walk down the halls
making school unliveable-
do they even care at all?

sometimes i think they must be right
maybe i am cheap
but all i feel about them
to their face i never speak.

keep silent and smile
is all i need to do.
to survive this high school drama
where friends are far and few.

Submitted: Monday, October 06, 2003

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  • Crystal Corchado (2/11/2008 4:43:00 PM)

    Damn you definately have a talent that fosure was the best description of gossiping ive ever heard great poem definately going to my faves 10/10 (Report) Reply

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