Free verse-

self-conscience much?

Gossip sticks to the bottom of my shoes
Gloops and glops as I walk
Blah blah blah oh mah gawsh
Rotting my soles working its way up
Waist deep; starting to sink
Not only am I stuck I’m starting to stink
It’s like I stuck my big toe in a
Puddle of tar, sinkhole to loneliness
Quicksand to hatred, heart full of anger
Up, up up it goes above my head
And into my nose; everyone knows
My mistake is exposed