I call them friends, they call me fool.
I make them happy, they lie to my face.
They are in my heart, I am in their thoughts.
They exist in my daily mind and prayer, they friend me when they see me.
I call them friends,
They live with me.
They live behind my back.
They are still my friends
***I guess they think I don't know***
Copyright © Maphatlalatse Masta Rj | Year Posted 2019
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