Like a knife with a sharp handle,
Like a match that burns bigger than a candle.

Like a candy that appears sweet,
But its sourness just reeks.

A road that looks flat while driving, but it gets bumpy as the car is passing.

Like a friend that gives you smiles, then stabs you more than thirty in a little while.

It's closer than what you think,
Cause it never comes from an enemy you distinct.

Feeling impaled from one side to the other, it will still hurt as much, even if you don't bother