Cunningly, you have posted yourself right next to me
PRIME LOCATION amidst the busy traffic and the many neighbours to even stop and notice the difference
With wicked eyes you survey my every movement, waiting for the PRIME time to make your move.
You grab at every opportunity to relinquish me of my possessions.
You delight in my unhappiness.
You delight in lies.
Privately or openly you laugh at my mishaps.
In my absence you rejoice with your friends, thinking of ways to sink your claws deeper, thinking of ways to ruin my reputation, thinking of ways to reck my life, you my so-called friend.
You don't want my life, it's dull or rather BORING, yet you don't want me to live my life
because it makes me too content.
Possessions, Fame, "THE LIME LIGHT" that's what you are after.
You don't even care if you rob the pauper.