You think that I don't care
You think that I can't see
But I am more than aware
Of what you say about me.
Behind my back, passing glances
Shifty eyes as I walk on by...
Contorted faces by mute advances
My ear drums can't help but spy.
Your careless whispers travel fast
Never thinking about the hurt,pain
Though I realize this too shall pass
You're phase of rumors is for your gain.
You're so eager to be out of the limelight
So insecure about your own private issues
You have to make up things about me in spite.
Despite what you have done, I will rise above.
A contest entry
- careless whispers by going nowhere.
700 points, ended March 27, 12 entries
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A powerful anthem for all of us, it rises
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ooh! such a good look into the infamous rumor mill... loved the take
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whenever things like this are said about us, we have to rise above it, or we would be stooping to the level where the whispers came from. thank you for your entry.
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Thanks! Yeah I know...rumors suck!
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