Rumors

Easily impressed, when there’s damage to access
Why don’t you cry about your problems in the corner?
It’s torture.
Don’t make me repeat
the same old tongue-in-cheek lines
Force-fed
and
shaped
like respect but
it tastes like
grease.
It’s sleezy.
You don’t get off so easy,
making it hard
to feel like
I’m allowed
to have
feelings.
Don’t play
blame games
with me.
Everyone has a finger to point,
and everyone blames
everyone else so quickly.
Stop demanding the truth
when you’re a
part
of
the
mystery.