No matter how you try,
There are people to make you cry
People who knot your heart into a tie
And stain your soul with dye
They leave you depressed
Your vibes, regressed
Shattered and wrecked
Like a garden raked.
They pose as friends; bosom friends
On the inside, they are fiends
To put your happiness to an end,
Twist you like a bend.
From strangers, they seep into your skin
In a quest to know your kin,
Get abreast of your secrets,
And arrange them in crates
They keep tabs on you with pegs,
Waiting for the perfect time to fry your eggs
When they get the chance to do this,
They serve you breakfast with yeast
You eat with a smile on your face
And hope its all a phase.
‘They will change’ you say
In different coins, they pay
Keep stabbing you in the back
Throw you in an ark
And send you on a voyage of no return.
In this life, Stay wicked!
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