Passing Notes in Class

Rumors spread like wildfires,
secrets spew like a hose.
Hurting those they are about,
right under one's own nose.

Sometimes friends betray each other,
sometimes lovers turn.
Sometimes writing hurts more than the mouth,
as messed up feelings churn.

The hear the laughter of the authors,
the victim's falling tears.
Breaking souls and telling lies,
emotions beyond our years.

Hatred fills the paper,
amusement flows through the pen.
Showing who and who's not true,
making friendships end.

So much power in the words,
so much in the notes.
But they show off faking posers,
and see what's under their coats.

So many friends I'll never have,
so many people I pass.
But it's better than going through such things,
like passing notes in class.