Smeared tears for discarded years,
Conveyed by your subconscious fears,
To be enough - a handcuff
of intricately tailored tails
you fed everyone, to fit society's rails.
Many people don't dare to dream,
of this prosperous yet unvalued life of yours,
call yourself a helper; but avoid the scream?
that is to be a warrior escaping wars,
Being a predator chased by its prey,
a shark afraid of the oceans,
You who claims they're a friend
who is nothing. Nothing but a selfish fiend.
If this sin doesn't run in your genetic code
Why is it that your family all act the same?
If it's that easy to leave me on the road,
Keep calling my disconnected number - you won't hear my name.
After all it's better to have nothing and to ask for the world,
than to have it all and snatch it,
from the pockets of people there since you were three,
why you turned out this way now that's a mystery.
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The scent of betrayal
PoetryLong story short: this poem is based on a girl who ended up getting drugged by someone she used to call her "best friend", "neighbour", "family". She opened up her home to her, only to be left penniless and humiliated in front of many; all because t...
