Shh, come here <br />I'll tell you something. <br />It's about me, yes <br />it's really bad! <br /> <br />I can't look at myself, <br />I'm guilt ridden. <br />The person I was <br />has gone <br /> <br />I've the same face <br />same eyes, same voice <br />but I've changed, <br />been messed up. <br /> <br />My mother would <br />turn in her grave, <br />I've been bad, so bad <br />and now I've told you. <br /> <br />Are you a loose canon <br />a trumpet, <br />ready to blow, <br />a blackmailer? <br />What do you say, <br /> <br />can you keep a secret? <br />Will you tell? <br />Will you? <br />Do you like a bit of gossip?<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gossip-37/
