Back-Stabber

How come the world is filled with so many haters? With not enough courage on which we cater. They harass your thoughts and defy your character. Trying to mock your image, into things that don’t matter. Hopping from place to face to make a scene. Only to get noticed so you can tell everything. Laugh in my face, smile behind my back. Sneaky snake, cold-blooded now that’s a fact. An entertainer on stage, yes you should be. Thinking I don’t know you, thinking I don’t see. I wish you only the best, with what you can confess. Kindness kills all, so let the truth do the rest.