Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.
Gossip. Chatty Cathy. Blabbermouth.
I've been called a lot of different things in my life
That all mean one thing: oversharing
Told numerous times by people in the past
That I tend to reveal too many personal things to undeserving souls
Who use it later against me in a court of law or public opinion
A lack of filter that caused verbal projectiles to fly out at will
People tended to look on in shock or laughed at my blunt nature
Made me look reliable and naïve in the same instance
A double edged sword with two extra sharp blades
Dug into the right side after one false move in the wrong direction
Wiggled out of the latest trap I found myself locked into
Unfortunately, not entirely unscathed this moment
Afraid to make a move in the enchanted forest for now
Don't want to step on any more metaphorical or physical landmines
Only have so many body parts to hold onto before there was nothing left
Found that it was better to simply remain silent and nod when spoken to
Safer to not tick off the wrong faction and end up with a social contract on my head
Narrowly avoided on a special naughty list by a mere inch or so
Still believed that I wasn't entirely in the wrong though
Just I could've waited before speaking that particular truth
Glad no sharp objects were around when it occurred
Would've likely ended up in the rogue's gallery of Dateline guests
Honesty sometimes best policy and led to a strong relationship
Preferred to have someone to confide in when going got tough
Instead of swallowing those painful word bombs before they imploded
Is my timing or execution always perfect? Not always.
Shouldn't be held against me when my intention wasn't meant to harm
Time heals all wounds, so should this one.