Others talking
behind my back.
Making me get
in my mode of attack.

What they say
they try to hide
all they care about
is their pride.

Small as a button
People fear me not
They don't really care
if my heart starts to rot.

I cause pain to others
when I disappoint
I hate bringing people
to their breaking point.

They don't want me mad
So they hide what they think
Putting me on
my emotional brink.

People have caused me
a trillion tears
All with just
their dirty sneers.

The rumors they spread
are the cherries on top,
I will explode
if they don't stop.