Like flowers, her life wilted,
Despite the ample rain,
The people whom she needed,
The ones who left her in pain.
Deceit was their craft,
To pretend is a must,
Behind the smiles, a rotten laugh,
How foolish was she to trust!
Lies are words with fatal poison,
Injected right through one's head,
Creeping unto the system of the person,
Slowly, making her dead.
When the situation turned unpleasant,
She sought for whom she called "friends",
But the people were hesitant,
Not even one hand can they lend.
They use her for their own benefit,
Yet the slightest company, they can't provide,
How can she be blinded and cannot see it?
It's obvious, no matter how hard they try to hide.
A mask they would always wear,
Thousands of words they already said,
Yes! Back stabbers they were,
Rumors, they boldly spread.
Now, she finally opened her eyes,
Her trust completely broken, turned into dust,
She finally see through their horrible lies,
Though weeping, a strong facade is a must.
Busy schedule + No material = Late Posting of Poem
I hate myself for not posting any poem the past few days...
