Whispers

People pretend to know me,

But they have no idea

Who it is

That I am.

They ask me questions,

Seemingly interested.

But,

Do they really care?

They ask to be polite;

To make themselves look good.

They ask so they can gossip

As if it’s for their livelihood.

Am I just a tool

for amusement?

Some piece

In a game to be played?

As I walk by

I feel their eyes

Watching

My every move.

And they think I don’t hear their whispers.

 

Reviews

[Wordaddict99]

beautifully written :) very heartfelt as well, I wish I could write poems like this :)