We come from different backgrounds, you and I
You do not know mine, nor yours do I
But you feel the need to comment on me
Do you think you could please just let me be?
People often thrive on idle gossip
To distract them from their own meaningless lives
Whispers, rumors, here and there
The person spoken of blissfully unaware
Until the moment when it does find its way into their ears
And crushes them
For they know the truth
And they do not understand why it brings your sadistic minds joy
To spread false accusations about a complete stranger you know nothing about
What do you achieve from telling lies,
And invading on another’s privacy?
Can you not hear my helpless cries,
That I am not the one you speak of?
But I understand that you do not really care
All you desire is satisfaction and validation from others
A feeling of superiority
Well, I have risen above all that, I do not need your approval, my friend.