Your Tongue Spreading Lies

You whisper lies -about me- surly that can never be. A twenty-year-old behaving like a middle school girl. Surly I miss heard. This isn't gossiping this is a knife in my back. Ruining what little reputation I had. Dwindled to dust-each time you open your mouth. I don't know why I keep trusting you when I don't even really like you. Brick-by-brick you destroy my life by spreading lies with a wicked tongue. And an innocent face. Okay, Lady Macbeth- you can try to hide your sin. Try to win the approval of everyone. Try to gain attention. To gain trust. But trust me sin makes a man go mad. And much like her- your sin will be your folly.