September 9, 2012
By jfreak18 BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
jfreak18 BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
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The words, half truths and lies
spill out of my mouth
I can't stop
The addiction has set in
To exploit and slander other
My purpose is to hurt them
To make myself feel superior
The innocent and the guilty
Need to watch their backs
I have an appointment to dish
All your dirty little secrets
No word is off limits
I'll pass those words around
Like little plates of caviar
Or whatever those rich people eat
No one knows who I am
I wouldn't tell you anyway
I wear a disguise
To hide my secret shame
And to mask my repulsivity
The way I have become is wrong
My decisions are not the best
But I'm not in a good place now
I'm locked up tight
Shut out from the world
On fire now
Fear what comes out

The author's comments:
Gossip Girl is my guilty pleasure... but real gossip sucks. It hurts other people, sometimes even the one spreading the rumors. Enjoy my poem:)

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