Sometimes enemies are better than fake friends,
only because you don't have anything to lose in the end.
They can tell you they're trying to help,
but all they do is listen to your crying out yelp.
They're supposed to be there to have your back,
but sympathy and compassion is what they truly lack.
Enemies will hurt you,
they do it intentionally too.
They want you to know they were the ones who caused you pain,
and with everything they do, you'll question if they're sane.
But when fake friends hurt you, they do it while they're hiding,
because they want to see you break, almost like you're dying.
Life is filled with fakers,
and I just happen to be the giver, and them the takers.
The fantasy world is black and white,
and everything is just right.
But in our world there's color,
and our feelings are grain while they are Muller.
Choose your friends wisely,
because someone may be stabbing your back - ever so quietly