Friends

Maybe it’s me that’s attracting this flack, they’re your friends for one moment then there’s knives in your back; I’m perhaps just too trusting and too easy to read, and I have no agenda and for one see no need; maybe I am naive though been around for a while, I perhaps should be harder, though that’s not my true style; I suppose I see people as friends before threats, but that leads to abuse and distrust then regrets; all I know is right now I feel used and spat out, and my minds full of schemes and deception and doubts; I’m a rung on the ladder or a step round the curve to to get ‘friends’ to the places that they think they deserve; they abuse my goodwill and make use of my talents, then they stitch me right up leaving me caught off balance; I would love to say that I could change this behaviour, but you can’t change the person that experience has made you, so the chances aren’t great that despite my disdain, I’ll be in this position time and again; And be doomed to repeat this until I retire, cause I’m not disrespectful and not a born liar.