Rumor Has It

Your poisonous teeth bite my heart, I am already riddled with disease, please don't keep cutting ugly patterns into my back, it hurts more than you'd think and as you continue to write your petty stories, breathing them into people's faces with your fish-scale breath, I wonder: if YOU were the main character in the fiction of the week, how would you feel about doors slammed in your face, angry texts, and cold stares?