Short Backstabber Poems

*~Self righteously to the out loud, as the morality but scumbag
                 Pointed finger to the lame eyes but blind folded to her own lack~*...

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Will I be okay?
I feel like I'll never be the same.
I really don't think I'll be okay.
I cant handle any of this anymore.
This life,
This drama,
This world,
This girl,
This girl she betrayed me.
I thought she was my friend,
But really,
Really she's a backstabber.
Will I be okay?...

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You said you were my friend,
You said you would never do that.
You said you didn't like him.
Well I don't think you are my friend,
And you did do it.
And actually you do like him.

Now you're a backstabber,
And I'm the back-stabbed.
Thanks I see how it is.
Whatever, I guess were not really friends....

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Crowd of witnesses, knows the trick of this grasshopper
Hunger always alters the forced smile of a pauper
Amidst supposed friends, but cannot hide the hot temper
Reading for a physics exam from a newspaper
Acting, which makes the actor’s immediate worth cheaper
Doing so badly but shows no need for a helper
Effort so weak for intent, becomes the backstabber...

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It would’ve been better if you had slapped me
Right across the face
It would’ve been kinder if you had told me
“This is my own case”
But instead you went behind my back
And drove a knife right through me
Both my faith and trust, you now lack
Desert!
 And leave me be

Oh! had you told me your thoughts
That I may have braced myself
But I instead deal with these blows alone
These blows that you have dealt....

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It thinks me, the brainchild,
the chameleon, the winged gecko,
friend of mine
a real backstabber
ego, amigo, fiend.

I, (not this or that I)
but I AM hunts it down,
yet am bushwacked,
caught
in the bad mind-talk.
Snakes in my throat
lay their diamond eggs.

Best not name these wayward thoughts,
best not claim them,
let em swill in the swirl,
look the other way, say hello
to whom I am,
follow the echoing silence.

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When the control is in your hand, 
you should know when to stop and when to use, 
no matter what it is: words or weapons.
Otherwise, it will destroy the controller: 
like, someone is stabbing the holder's back 
by bending the holder's hand.

Like, the truth you had said 
thinking the listener is your friend,
but later found that 
they were the people 
who had defamed you by spreading that.

Are people worth trusting?
Doesn't a knife cause you less pain than treachery?...

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THE BEST OF FRIENDS

The best of friends never been the best,
up front a beautiful rose flower backstabber in the chest,
stability goes east maturity takes the west,
Another vulture story away from good scent,
the best of friends literally like the rest,

The best of friends in a city of gold,
black and white another story to be told,
victims major in the riddle complex to unfold,
never did it matter besides now getting old,
January on the match December headlines been sold....

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