Dismissed.

Discontent

Disassociated

Your talk is bothering me

Consuming me

Petty.

I want to believe even for an instant

That the words floating by my ear are meant to be

Real

They're not.

Too fragile i break with your vicious attacks

Gossip

Yellow Journalism.

Your talk is bothering me!

Like the weaver of a web too large

your spawn overwhelms the crowds in hoards.

Your dismissal of truth makes lies seem real

the discontented youth

Become idols of fear

Stolen in your dissassociated whirl

Our breaths freeze midair

Gasplessly breaking into your cult of dreary

Reality.

Hush.

Your talk is bothering me.

Cast Vox on your frame with sympathy

And to think

If i hadn't listened I'd still be innocent

Perhaps

It's not your gossip that's destroying me

It's just...

My frailty.

When I choose to listen.