zenn bites...

I like to think that I’ve grown
That gossips can’t touch me
And people can’t hurt me

I like to think that I am above
What other people say
And that I don’t give a damn

But the mouth is mightier than the sword
And the things they say
Do cut me deep

Retelling tales from ancient years
When I was less bright
And more bright-eyed

Skewed versions of stories past
How come I don’t remember them
The way you do?

Of things gone by
Of mistakes made
Why can’t people let them go?

I have grown
And put them all behind me
And at least I’ve learnt

Why do you still remain stuck in the rut
Ploughing on even after
The dust has settled.