Gossip

Living on the words of another,
The time so fast, the layers fall
each morning when you turn your head
and you aren't you at all.

Your own sad noise adds to the din,
Fighting its own hard right;
Adding thorns to what was said
and giving your days to night.

Beating that pest within yourself,
Who said your guard had eyes?
For him, her, whoever you chose
your ears to cruel surmise?

One day, you must have woke
to become the words you fear:
From he, she, someone, no one,
For it's only they I hear.