Betrayal

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    Betrayal

    Promises broken

    Tears showing

    Eyes watching

    But my mouth

    Is smiling

     

    Why am I so happy?

    Did just go crazy?

    Friends tearing at me

    And am I really happy?

    Or perhaps they’ve

    Turned me crazy.

     

    Stabbed in the back

    Even in the front

    But how could I let it

    Happen so many times?

    Why don’t I confront

    Them?

    Or even try?

    Because even I

    Don’t know what do.

     

    Making friends

    Watching that first

    Sly smile

    Watching your

    Every move

    And still I’m in denial

     

    This person wouldn’t hurt me

    But, of course, I couldn’t see

    The truth right in front of me

     

    Even if I have known

    This friend for one hundred years

    Nothing can atone

    For what, made even me

    Cry silent tears

     

    And I still let it happen

    Didn’t matter if you

    Stabbed with a knife or a pen

    What matters is

    What you could but didn’t do.

     

    You could have saved me

    The one I trusted

    You could have helped me up,

    Instead of departed

     

    Being that it happened so many times

    You’d say I wouldn’t let it happen anymore

    You’d say I could avoid the betrayal’s confines

    You could say I was immune to what was in store

     

    But time and time

    Again

    Each time my

    Heart breaks a little more

    Along with the whole

    Of my body, mind,

    And soul

     

    My friends?

    I wonder

    How many I

    Truly have.

     

    Haw many can I trust?

    How many have the heart

    That I lust?

     

    I myself being

    A decent but

    Certainly not the best

    Friend one

    Can have

     

    Why do I say this?

    Why do I think this way?

    What is this girl doing?

    What is this girl thinking?

     

    All questions you may ask

    But none may be answered

     

    The same with betrayal

     

    You may call

    And call

    And call

    And yell

    And scream

    And cry

    For help

    But no one answers.

     

    But in every lucky blue moon

    You may find one,

    One bright shining star

    That will help you up.

    Cautious at first

    But heartwarming all

    The same.

     

    True friends would know

    You front and back

    Back and front.

    But how many of your

    Friends actually do?

     

    Alright,

    I’m being selfish

    But how would you

    Feel

    After fifteen years of

    High hopes

    And steep slopes

    To fall from

     

    What you say may

    Be true or not

    But I will always

    Give everyone just

    Their chance

     

    They deserve

    At least that

     

    Friends

    Liars

    Friends

    Backstabbers

    Friends

    Users

    Friends

    Who can tell?

    I can.

     

     

    Selena

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