Gossip

I run behind your back,
Chasing you relentlessly;
I will cause you ache,
Putting you in despondency.

I neither care about your dignity,
I nor care about your status;
I do not show partiality
Which is my sturdiness.

When I come before you,
I will hurt you like sword;
Listen to me, you will be in blue,
If you don't, you will be honored.

For I ain't to be praised,
I come through other's envy;
'Gossip,' I am called,
I can only be killed by fidelity.