“Pop Goes the Weasel—Guess Who It Is?”

Ohhh no… let me guess. You didn’t like what you read?

Well, to be polite I don’t give a single fuck what you or anyone else thinks.

You know why? Because you don’t have the balls to say anything to me directly.

But I’m sure your mouth’s been running miles behind closed doors. Typical.

Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

And it’s funny people with the biggest mouths always have the most to say and critique,

as if their own house is spotless. Trust me, you’re the type people get warned about… literally.

I was warned. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt because that’s who I am.

Now I know better.

We all have flaws. We all carry some wild stories.

The difference is, you like to collect stories about everyone and their mother

then add a little twist of lies just to make them juicier.

Geez… what an imagination.

If only you put that same effort into healing your own wounds and childhood trauma.

You see, all that he said, she said? That’s irrelevant.

Because here I am still standing, still shining, still unbothered.

So now what?

All that talking didn’t stop a damn thing.

I’m not moved by whispers or shaken by gossip.

Because when it’s time to face me, the silence gets real loud

so loud that you can even taste it!

So when you feel it, make sure you know I’m talking to you and you and you.

You want something to talk about?

Well, I’ll give you something that’ll have you bouncing off walls,

trying to figure out what it all means

when in reality, it’s just writing.