poema en ingles: posioned rumor

espero que entiendan, seguramente tengo millones de errores de gramatica.

“Poisoned Rumor”

Why can’t they mind their own business?
Why can’t they just see themselves?
I am trying to survive in this big rumor sky
Which was built by those stupid fools
Who invented the nonsense rules
Of gossiping and gossiping
Till the air is full of smoke

Are we doing something wrong?
Should we ignore them or tell them that they’re wrong?
I don’t know what to do, please
Let me breathe. The smoke is killing me
Clear the breeze

Your smoke is contaminating me
You are just like a bee, please
Don’t kill me with your poison
Let me be

Well, I can not control any of your moves or thoughts
But I can control one little dot
If you wanna talk
Talk freely and as you wish
But beware that if you look at me
I won’t be crying like I did