Hypocrites Draculars and Vipers

My emotions run like ranging water, It’s this pain that is making me hate, Feeling a red-hot anger to them hypocrites, Who laughs with me, dine with me, Walk with me and call me sweet names, Only to realize they are sweet nothings, While stabbing me down to the core. With this my soul is exploding, Losing the little faith left in them, My heart distances itself from them, Even my eyes can’t bear looking at them, My laughter is lost when am close, And tears drown me in sea of sorrows, While hypocrites tears me down the middle. In their wicked laughter am left in tears, In their celebrations am left in tatters, In my cries they celebrate in laughter, In every wrong moments they cherish, In my failures they talk on day long, And in my drawbacks they flourish, For these are Draculas in the dark caves. When am with them am the best, When am closer they are my best friends, When am doing well they share in success, Tagging me as the best friend world ever, But wait when am not closer to them, All they talk about is me morning to dawn, For they are vipers sucking my blood. BERNARD WACHIRA ORIGINAL POEM.