True Rumors

Cruel whispers surround me

So soft in dynamic, pianissimo

Yet I can hardly hear anything else

For in my head, their conversations continue

Real or imagined

Regardless, still hurtfull

A pronoun morphs into a name

A random day turns specific

A sentence escalates to a horrible story

An innocent drink of water is stained with alcohol

At the spark of my insane imagination

The mortification deafens me

Blinds me, makes me oblivious

I've surely gone legally mental by now

Like a bomb, I explode at the slightest touch

The smallest hint

The tiniest word

And I'm gone

The rumors; I can't stand it any longer

Especially since

They're all true