Venom Of Gossip Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Every time my heart opens to others it is broken, taunted,
strung with false lies and love.

Speaking with forked tongues, stinging with both points
like that of a scorpion.

Filled with the venom of their instinctive hatred of others,
wanting to hurt or kill them to protect or save themselves
from embarrassment.

Making themselves look good while putting others down, a
horrible way to live, gossiping about others while merely
deflecting the evil of their own hearts and inner beings.