Behind My Back Poem by Julia Luber

Sometimes I wonder what conversations are going on behind my back.
It seems to be something that sometimes happens to a human being in fact.
Of nowhere, to another -they become what somebody else did say.
And the story was never fact checked and against the prosecution, there never
was a stay. An assembly never happened wherein which a determination was
actually made. And all life ended up giving was to care and trust only the stage.