Their eyes sparkle and cheer you on,
But when you turn they laugh and jeer.
You still trust and share, their ears consuming it like a drug.
Rumours soon start, turned into whispers, then fingers point.
Others back away as if you were a disease, they follow the crowd.
But they're friends, just playing. Right?
When confronted, their defences slam down as guilt, jealousy.
Their feelings building into a knife, waiting for your back.
They won't hesitate to strike their prey when unsatisfied.
But, it's nothing, soon all goes back to how it was.
Oh, too blind. Snickers still echo and faults are still judged.
All they see you as is an embodiment of stepping stones.
Showing you one half of the coin, hoping to never be flipped.
Their spite was always on the other side, it rots the floor.
Their rusted, poisonous side.
Behind the smiles and jokes, the friendly eyes laid awaiting it's release.
One day their disguises shed, like the poisonous snake they are.
Hopefully when caught, you send them back to the zoo, not your kindness.
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My Personal Garden of Eden (Poems)
PoetryHello! This is just a place where I, put all the poems I write when I'm bored I thought, 'Hey, why not just release them for people to become inspired?' So I did! Enjoy, and don't plagiarize These poems talk about many current world/personal proble...
