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