Willow I was a target of gossip. A lie was told and the person who started it turn beet red when I confronted her with the person who she accused me of talking about. This poem is a slammer.

The person who whispered lies about me was a bully. Thought they’d always get their way because the mask they wore for everyone else was so attractive. That’s pretty much what I see when I look at the current completely corrupt regime. You know they’re lying because their lips are moving. But the fanatics still follow their premier bully like the blind sycophants they are. When the blinders fall, it’s gonna get ugly. We might just need a bigger bonfire, my friend

It’s how you sort the real from the face front friends, unfortunately. I lost a lot of people I thought knew me for me because they listened to lies. In the end, I didn’t need that kind of support. It wasn’t real. I learned a lot from the experience though. Thank you, Elke

Retrospect-ivision is the perfect view. Seems like there’s always going to be somebody who has to test the boundaries and write a new reality, one that favors them. That’s our world these days.