Bystander
Trusting a deceptive person
It seems to me that you know just what to say,
But words are not actions, can you make things right.
When they chose to attack, what made you turn your back?
Did you ever mean any word you ever said?
If I gave you a flute you would say you couldn’t play it,
Yet you played me, and made me out to be a fool.
It baffles me why you would lead me to believe,
That I could trust you when you did me deceive.
Sided with the one whom you knew you would gain,
Blindsided me knowing how much pain
This would cause.
Did you ever mean anything you said?
Or was it for personal gain that you did?
When I need you, you are nowhere to find,
Actions not words are how you are defined.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Comments (1)
Never heard of bread crumbing. Never read something this good on the page in quite some time. Nice work, sir. ;)