Poetry

Okay, so I had to write this poem for school, right? But I can only use words I find in magazines and stuff so it came out horrible. It's the whiniest thing I've ever written. I mean, it's a great poem of course, 'cause I wrote it, but it would fit in better in an emo girls diary than my work journal. Here it is.

Talking

People are talking.
They speak secrets.
Lies are common.
Every mean word,
A comeback.
Companions that blame.
Pressure and Panic.
I Did It!
Who had the last word?
Don't trust those who gossip.

See what I'm talking about? Whiniest thing ever.