Lies

Whispers on the wind, a name they twist and turn,
A story spun of malice, a character to burn.
Faces I haven’t met, ears that catch the fray,
A web of twisted truths to paint me in decay.

It stings, a phantom touch, a doubt they plant within,
But anger turns to sorrow, for where does this begin?
A jealousy, a grudge, a need to make me fall?
Confused and hurt, I stand unseen, unheard by all.

The truth, a fragile flame, might flicker in the breeze,
But time will be the witness, to set my spirit free.
I hold my head up high, though whispers fill the air,
My actions speak for me, the kind heart I still bear.

For lies have short-lived power, they crumble in the light,
While honesty and kindness, forever burn so bright.
So let them weave their tales, I’ll hold my course with grace,
The truth will find its harbor, on a trusting, honest face.