We have all met them along the line
the ones who smile to our face
pretend to be friends and yet
mutter behind our backs
Those who try to seek out secrets
from you about you about others
so they can mutter them under their breath
gossipmonger that they are
One face in front another in back
never to be trusted always waiting to attack
twisting turning the words always churning
a cauldron of bubbling wickedness
They mutter what they truly think
when they think you can’t hear
or because they want you to just to try
and get a response
Insecure and filled with self loathing
transferring those feelings onto everyone else
they mutter because they can’t speak the truth
when into the mirror they look
Deborah Horton Writing 