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
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2022
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