Gossip

I hate when people talk behind my back,
Especially when they don't understand how I react.
As anyone would, I get hurt and cross,
Then get told we're no longer friends and that's my loss.
I suppose I was brought up a different way,
Never to hide the things I want to say.
Take criticism with dignity and grace,
As long as it's said right to my face.
Try to keep my composure, don't give any lip,
Don't fall into the crowd that likes to gossip.
Because gossiping arseholes always try to hide,
As they know full damn well that they've lied.
I try so hard to be the bigger man,
But as hard as I try, I don't know if I can.
I really don't know why I'm feeling so hurt,
Losing a friend or being lied about, which is worse?
I suppose I'll have to just wait and see,
If they value my friendship and say sorry.
If they do, I'll accept and take this on the chin,
Even though my rage is burning me within.
But my anger I'll keep way down in my belly,
Fuck em anyway, I'm getting back to my telly.