Rumours

Rumours.

Rumours.

Their going all around,

Because some people can't keep their mouthes shut.

Why do they do it,

God only knows.

I hate it,

I hate them,

And I want them to stop.

Because I for one,

Am sick and tired,

Of all of them.

Why do people have to make them,

To seemingly get back at you?

No one knows,

But I'm sick of all those.

Sick.

Twisted.

Deceiving.

Rumours.

Keep your mouth shut,

My business,

Not yours.

I want to be rid of those,

Stupid.

Pathetic.

Childish.

Rumours!

I haven't done a thing,

I haven't hurt a person,

I haven't made a sound,

Yet you think that I'm making some terrible lie.

When really I'm not!

I said one word,

One word..

That's it!

But now your making lies,

To stab me in the back.

I told one person,

That's it.

The person apparently closest to me.

About that argument we had,

And you know what she did?

She came blabbering it,

To all who were around.

And this is how,

You decided to do,

Those stupid rumours.

That you always do.

And I'm sick of it.

And I'm tired of it.

But I feel I can't do ANYTHING.

Because I said one word to you,

Thinking you'd be happy to hear about it.

No swearing or fighting was need,

But you thought of doing it.

And just did it.

So this all began,

And I'm in pain,

Because your making those god damn,

Rumours!

One thing,

One word,

One thought,

One time,

One text..

It makes a huge difference,

Because apparently my family,

Just isn't that normal.

Bringing up the past,

And spreading it around once again.

Making it so painful.

IT HURTS.

IT KILLS.

People giving me dirty looks now,

But it's not my fault!

I told you something I thought you'd be happy to hear,

Because everybody was thinking it.

And not one moment did I think this,

This!

Would happen.

Will I understand,

These silly rumours?

Never.

Not one second of any minute.

But I'll now have to live with these,

Stupid.

Useless.

Rumours.

For the rest of my life now,

Because apparently,

I started it.