It's weak

Dizziness,
Echoes,
Disaster,
Collapse.
Plug your ears,
But it doesn't stop,
Scream all you can,
But they don't go,
There is nothing you can do,
But suffer.
They criticize your appearance,
They criticize your way of speech,
They criticize your life.
You absorb it all eagerly,
Yet you know it will do you harm,
You know what they say isn't serious,
It isn't important,
Yet you cling onto their every word,
As if they were your dear life,.
This isn't about constructive criticism,
But gossip with no reason,
There's no need to try to stop the source,
For words cannot be stopped.
Shut your heart to these malices,
For they are weaker than weakness itself.