People Talk

You can say what you want to say,

It doesn’t matter to me anyway.

You may laugh at who I am,

And make fun of the way I stand.

Your words are a thousand shards of glass,

They make my soul ache and tug at my broken heart.

Your words are a stone-cold dagger,

Wouldn’t you rather just pull the trigger?

You can believe what you want to believe,

It doesn’t matter to me if you’re too blind to see.

You can go your own dark way,

And one day, I will find my own place.

You can say what you want to say,

It doesn’t matter to me anyway.

You may laugh at who I am,

And make fun of the way I stand.

But somewhere in the darkness,

Though I may be drowning in humiliation and sadness,

There really is only one true truth,

That the one who is really suffering is only you.

You may try and paint me black with all your hurtful rumours,

And stagger along my past like a thirsty, blood-sucking tumour.

But I am fearless, I am strong,

I have learnt, I have been hurt for far too long.

People talk,

People spit words.

Go ahead and speak to your heart’s content,

Just know that your speech will not succeed in its intent.