Gossip

Innocence immature-

Ignorance more than bliss.

The World - a spectacle galore,

Everything seems nice, sealed with a kiss.

Literal - the vision,

Perception plays no role,

What you see is what you get,blurry dimensions,

Nothing implicit, all true, everyone bears their souls.

Trust is not bigger than what it seems,

Charged to believe,

Butterflies and candies dominate dreams,

Naivete isn't an aberration, it is how one lives.

Friends and Friends mingle,

Its all good, Its all clean,

All clear, all simple,

Slowly - Bigger than what it seems becomes the tendency to be mean.

A switch of roles,

Friends collude,

Some friends turn into foes,

Purity barred, dissolved from being absolute.

Innocence manipulated,

Despicable the inhabitants,

Charged to pounce and denounce by the infected,

A talk becomes bitter manifested into a slur, the simple talk -latent.

A word going around magnifies with each pass,

Whisper: 'sSssh, do you know what?',

A level stooped below crass,

Whisper: 'Really? Gossip can't get better than that!',

Humans lack introspection,

Being human one renders to have faults,

What you lack, don't expect from others - perfection,

Augmenting the vices, virtues stabbed with bolts.

Talks based on conjecture,

Insecurity laughing away inching towards victory,

Friendship dwindles, bears the brunt - on the whole fractured,

Annihilated is the character - shying away from its impending mimicry.

Redemption to be claimed has only one way,

Truthful to others but more important to self has to remain,

Acceptance that imperfection in all is a trait,

Innocence needs to breathe again, smothered by torture - No more can survival, it feign.