The Rumours

It all starts with laughter,

Then it becomes a running joke,

Then rumours,

Then those looks they give,

Rumours again,

Then they insult you,

They mock you – Like birds on a branch,

They then pick a fight, gang up,

Beat you, your friends,

Then they dominate you,

Raise not your head

It’s hard to pick a fight again,

A head on fight? That’s suicide,

They then tease you,

You don’t look back,

They mock you,

Then the rumours (again?),

When they return home,

They don’t sleep – they cherish,

dreaming, that you perish…

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