Lips whispering the continuing string of information,
But the ghost of truth cannot be found.
The lips spread from ear to ear like a disease.
The quick snickers of those in the know sound like wicked cackles.
The girl can't hear the whispers behind her back.
The simple truth she told her friend is being twisted,
Being changed,
So as to make her different.
Someone new.
She changes apperance in the eyes around her.
In their minds, she is altered to another self.
However she does not know,
She can't realize she has become another person
Within a few whisperings.
Who is she truly now?
