If My Life is a Book

Poisonous lies made the rounds
Passed through whisper to whisper
A doubtful truth no one doubted.

They were not strangers but they listened
Never said a word to deny nor confirm.

Pouring realizations
Waves of different feelings
Soon they come to realize
If my life is a book
They only know a page of it.

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