Rumours

My words pass through ears but not through my own mouth, Words are change, meaning has now become different. Trust is lost from something of lies, Being around me has now become hesitant. I walk and feel the eyes of those around me on my back, Thinking that their whisperig can not be heard. I fight for our respect to be won back, My attempts are shunned with your uninterest. Your refusal to listen is disheartening, But my faith of our friendship has no been lost. I will fight for your trust, And gain new though.