People

People are strange The way that they change Without explanation They just, aren’t the same They’ll fail to admit This new development Or justify cause So one may repent Instead, they evolve A problem, unsolved Which leaves you to question If you mattered at all In the following days They’ll find many ways To be passive aggressive To spit in your face They find satisfaction From the slightest reaction And then point their finger At your loss of traction “Now look what you’ve done See, you, were the one And now you are tangled In the web, you have spun”