A Poem About Those You Thought You Could Trust
You’re words are sweet; like honey and rotten meat.
You’re smile is warm; like weeping hives after the swarm.
You’re only able to do well; making others fall to your spell.
You’re always there; pretending to care.
You’re never wrong; your list of hypocrisy is long.
You’re always the victim; always laughing while you make others kick em’.
You’re perfect in every way; another reason the real never stay.
You’re never really alone; always hammering it into the bone.
You’re always succeeding; all the while others receive a beating.
You’re always swell; which is why I now bid you farewell.