Bochinche.

My name is in your mouth.
And I don't know why it's there.
My name is in your mouth,
And I wonder why you care.
You talk about me as if you know me.
You talk as though you want to destroy me.
How is it that I came to your thoughts?
How is it that strong emotions have been brought
To the very forefront until you have to let it out
And the only name that you can blame through a scream and shout
Is mine.
Yes, I'm fine.
I am not perturbed by your words.
They are empty as the emotion you struck in me when we met.
I am not moved by your words.
They are of a still birth.
Even though you want attention, your name they'll soon forget.
I laughed when I heard of your lies.
I can't say that I am surprised.
Only fools speak ill of what they know not.
And only fools spite themselves by letting their own feet rot.
You try to attack my character but I am a child of God.
And God don't like ugly, and He never spares us the rod...
You see nobody is perfect, so I don't see what your point is.
It's not as though you're free from sin and your life is annointed.
How dare you use His word to gossip against my name.
You're using the word out of context and you ought to be ashamed.
But what comes around goes around
So I am far from upset.
By the time you'll have finished talking,
Your match you will have met! ;-)