Ode to Gossipers

We point, wisper and giggle.
everytime she passes us by.
We joke about all her imperfections.

She can't bear the pain inside
She runs home each day and cries till night
hating the way she looks outside.

We give her nicknames, it's no big deal
You don’t know the pain she feels

Her friends stop talking to her
Her life falls apart.

The game that began so innocent
Has broken a fragile heart.

Robyn Wong
4H