Appears the Petal But Is the Thorn

People who act like they care are the ones who were not there what they did was so unfair not a minute they could spare Turning on you when you’re down laugh and joke like you’re a clown to bring a silence to your sound talking of the grief you’ve found Making bad days even worse crying when you’re in a hearse then rewriting what occurred now it seems they put you first Like a predator finds the weak one friends target the friend half beaten as in their head they are competing sensing victory they’ve been seeking When all the help they have been given doesn’t figure in their decision for this moment makes life worth living kick you down in repetition Friends they talk of don’t look good you fail when you’ve misunderstood did all to help you that they could you didn’t listen when you should So now you suffer all by yourself while they blame it on mental health with their intentions set to help you won’t listen to anyone else It seems regardless of what they do you refuse to hear their clue prolonging what you’re going through placing all the blame on you Changing reality to suit their narrative stating with clarity what they did whilst implying you are stupid as if a flaw that you live with Their confusion gives them innocence it removes their guilty influence lying’s their survival instrument masterminds creating incidents Manipulation is an art form presented well in uniform a following will quickly spawn appears the petal but is the thorn