Traitors
I'm a portrait of misplaced trust and forced hatred
after false friendships escaped true tracing
through good faith and naive youthful grace
believing no way would close mates be two faced
but hey when you struggle colours change
in failure they tailor a taste to upstage and maintain
your pain so you remain where life shames
showing true pain overwhelming your brain
and mental state while they display window pane
glee happily raising their own social status to places
their own game couldn't claim without you drained
driven insane by the fight you fight in vain
destined to lose and lose again just the same
until you're beaten and their higher up the chain
put the blame on you for falling a way unexplained
as if destined as your fate reflecting your traits
offering a true indication of your place
as a waste of space in place below where they pace
but facades are fake and only ultra lightweights make
toothless toothpaste for tooth ache too fake
a desperate way but hey I rise up out of the flames
success is my aim fuelled by their game to upstage their lame
weak strain of blood in their veins stained shameless
tactics of the talentless and truly brainless
who I trusted never thinking the unthinkable, traitors
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment