My Fake Mates
Done with this kind of friends
Now, I would like to put an end
I know that it's my mistake
For not realizing they are fake
Going back to home in a plane
Looking for a solution to my insane
Could I?
For God's sake, I could!
I'm tired of all these fake friends
You all can't always be to pretend
Seem like fakeness is the new trend
lying after my back when will it end
Driving in the car
Going far and far
Clearing my scar
Pausing in the bar
I've become so guarded,
Staring how it all started
I've been ruining my time,
Catching like everything is fine.
Copyright © Rohith Chand Talla | Year Posted 2020
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