The Battle of Malicious Mouths

I was a stoner in a coma mercifully sweet up for good humour and friendly greet changed into someone more likely to beat thump kick and stomp fighting the weak I had stoner friends with paranoid brains and jealous mates who were partial to blame letting ideas spawn from sophism claims delivered by a stranger playing a game that stranger my boss telling my friend things false and fallacious intent to offend slander me to colleagues was her daily trend reaching beyond work to see bonds end isolating me at work and my social life too my boss and my best mate missing a screw daily discrimination the mate said aint true dwelling on rumours whilst treating me rude he shared with his brother stories she told a brother already living bitterly cold accepting the worst and easily sold behaving beheaded with hatred his gold all of this mistreatment morphing my mind reaching for help nowhere to find blinded by focus on my bosses crime finding it hopeless as losses inclined personality vanished and I'm unemployed my life fully shattered completely destroyed yet when telling mates they'd get annoyed still seeking out truths in her stories deployed My boss won the Battle Of Malicious Mouths and whilst she's forgotten friends still doubt watching me drown in a kindness drought until i was confused as to what friendship's about and life for that matter with my brain in a cloud lost hopes and helplessness no sense of proud yet still treated rough as I crawled with the crowd took 8 sodding people 6 years to bring me down Seven long years of suffering isolated seeing these memories fit missing places the hazy mist clears and I'm not suffocated I know what my boss caused I know what my mates did