When Bullied I Follow the Lie

I am stomping mad, tromping mad, ready to slice and dice the cad, Angry and a tiny little bit sad because she was so amazingly bad. Wait a second. My sane self interjects. Isn’t what you heard a little suspect? What if the messenger is the one who likes to stir me up because it is fun? I get to the bottom sweet and quick. Follow the lies through the thin and the thick. I do not remember who told me, the fourth one says with grit. I will wait, I respond. Now I know who, but will she admit?