Bitter Pill

You can tear me apart with your words That line by line wound deeper still And yet you appear to not see the knife you use to slowly bleed my soul. No matter, for when in innocence I relay back to those I trust to see if my pains are misfelt or misunderstood, they''ll fuel. What I say to someone close when hurt I deem to say in confidence, that such conversation style with fact is in own home should remain as that. But wait, no, for there is a Judas among us one who betrays such confiding. For they will twist, turn and tear every word taken for to assume gossip. Chinese whispers, a bit here, less there and then wait. Telephone will ring and then accusations outpour. I would not mind, but this is second time after its come down to helping out one who needs it at time. There will not be a third for within your jealous trinity I shall entrust no more. For no need have I to play such games. Lost you will remain until such times as you realise and apologise between you. Where you'll hurt one another more. Maybe then you will see it was the one not from same mold for that was indeed the one who kept all quiet until now. Knowing this one said this That one does that They did the other 'Tis no interest nor business of mine. The one who for too many times let the ice melt from her back to warm with pleasantry once more Even though she'd had enough long, long before.