Back Stabber

I can't help but laugh, because you thought you could get over. You followed me down the path through the garden of the four leaf clover. You kept a bag of tricks, and hid your true feelings well. I raised my crucifix, and rebuked you back to hell! See, I keep my enemies close, and I don't expose my hand. Just like a wilted rose, I avoided you through our desolate land. You kept up at a steady pace, and I allowed you to slowly follow. I recognized the mask on your face, and the taste of defeat, I refused to swallow! I should've expected, when you watched every move I made. My goals were unaffected, I just dusted myself off, and put on a band-aid! It is you who looks back at the situation, seeing the friendship you lost. Your treachery is an abomination, and your back stabbing came at a helluva cost! Ears are for hearing, I heard you whispering to a friend or two. I emerged from the clearing, and I never imagined the back stabber was you!!!