Rumors 

Scared to disappoint my friend,

So I don’t tell the full truth.

Does that make it a lie?

In my gut, I know what to do,

But I can’t do it.

Does that make me cruel?

No damage was done,

And no one knows. 

Yet.

Is it still wrong?

People start to whisper,

So I do too.

Is that not right?

Enemies like sneaky fog creeping in,

Rumors spread viciously like raging rivers,

Your so-called friends leave you to drown,

And sometimes you do.