Gossip
Shhh, come here
I want to tell you something.
It's about me, yes
it's really bad!
I can't look at myself
in the mirror, I'm guilt ridden.
The person I was has gone
and a stranger looks back.
I've the same face
same eyes, same voice
but on the inside, I've changed,
been messed up.
My mother would turn in her grave,
if she knew, I'm ashamed!
I've been bad, really bad
and now I've told you.
Are you a loose canon
a trumpet ready to blow,
a blackmailer, a villain?
What do you say,
can you keep a secret?
Will you tell?
Will you?
Do you like a bit of gossip?
poem by Ruth Walters
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