Small town gossip

Count the scars of my arms

If you want my story.

Spread my blood like gossip

And hide my poetry. 

You got to know what you did

Was totally see-

Through.

But I am not the patience

That you can wear thin.

The threadbare clothes 

That scratched on skin.

You have no right to

My suffering

Brain.

You always chose his story 

Over my simple truth.

So confident in the belief

That he wouldn't do it to you.

Small town life hides hurt

And it hides him too

Well.

I left it all behind

Cause I needed to breath.

So tell me I lie 

About the things he did to me.

Small town lies thrives

On gossip and make believe.

Keep me out of it.