Deception.
To deceive,
Or be deceived.

Smile on their faces,
Daggers behind my back.
How it happened, no one knows.
No one, but they know.

Countless times, I'd been stabbed.
Bruised, broken, beaten.
Not physically, but emotionally.
I don't know why I led them closer,
Close enough to carve my heart,
With their cold-blooded knifes.

This make me stronger.
It makes me wiser.
Instead of breaking down,
I learn.
I learn from those who betrayed me,
Those who toyed with my conscience.
And those who preyed.

Now,
Each walk out my door,
Their greetings not to me,
But my mask.

From the one being deceived,
Now the one to deceive.