THE WEIGHT OF BETRAYAL AND SURROUNDED BY PAIN
As I lay in bed pondering what to write, inspiration to write a poem based on my friend's life experience suddenly stuck and I decided to pen my thoughts into midnight letters. I'm writing this at 9pm, but my mind is racing with questions. Why do people pretend to care when money is involved? Why do people feign love when they see an opportunity to gain something from you? Why do people pretend to stand by you in your darkest moments, only to gain your trust and leave high and dry?
I know they say true friends are always there in your darkest moments, but some people pretend to be there for you while stabbing you in the back.
"I trusted you, considered you a sister and a mother, but you failed me.
You gained my trust and I poured my heart out to you, sharing my secrets unaware that you'd betrayal me, laugh behind my back and call me a fool.
When I was down, I was excited to have someone to lean on, someone I could trust and feel at ease with, but you proved me wrong.
Why did you do it? Why did you pretend, to care for me?
Why did you deceive and play the part?
I see, it was all about keeping me close for my money."
"You made a fool of me, no, I'll call myself the fool
For believing every words that came out of your mouth, it's true
You only call when you need money
and when you don't,
I'm left wondering if something's wrong, unsatisfied and knowing your words are lies
You pretend to be there in my darkest moment
But it was all a ruse, just to get what you want from me
Empty promises, hollow words, and a heart that's cold
You used me for your gain and now I'm left to be free."
Still writing at 9:41pm, "You told me you loved me and I believed as a fool
I can't believe I didn't use my wisdom to follow you, but I was blinded by love
It messed up my brain and I couldn't think
I'd everything for you, I even sold my dreams just to satisfy you
But what do I get? You betrayed me and I can't count the amount of hurt I'm feeling right now
You could have told me you weren't interested, so I could move on
But you pretended to love me, just for my money
When you call, I feel it's because you want to check up on me
But you just ask me for money, and as a fool, I think it's love, so I gave you the amount you called
Why did you pretend to love when you don't? you're just by my side because of money, not love."
I'm done writing and waiting for 12:00 to post. "Should I still call you my auntie or a wolf in disguise?
The first day we met, you were smiling and acting all nice and I blame myself for trusting you so easily without waiting to observe you.
You can't truly know people until you've seen beyond their facade.
I thought your smile was genuine, but behind it was deceitful heart.
You acted nice and cared for me when I share my secrets with you,
but when I stopped confiding in you and started keeping things to myself, you changed.
When I stopped giving you money to keep for me, your attitude towards shifted,
you started looking down on me and pouring insults.
I couldn't believe you were using me for money.
I couldn't understand why you changed your attitude towards me but it's okay I'll take it as a life lesson."
"Why am I surrounded by those who brings me pain?
All I want is love, but all I get is disdain.
I look around and all I see is hate,
Betrayal, and broken trust, its a weight I can't escape.
I'm broke, my heart is shattered, I'm scared to trust,
Afraid of being hurt again, it's a vicious trust.
I see smiles as evil, love as a lie, Friendship as betrayal and I'm left to ask why.
Why me? Why this life?
Is there no honest people, no love to give?
I'm tried of the pain, tried of the strife,
I just want to love and be loved, it's hard to thrive.
This life experience has taught me a lot,
But it's left me with scars that won't fade not.
I'm not sure if I can heal, if I can mend,
But I hope that someday, I'll find love that's real, and not just a trend."
Uchewuchewoo! I read this last night, and did not know how to respond! You are a poet and I didn't knowet... see what I did there? lol my poetical rhyming.
But seriously, I hope everything is ok...
Everything is okay, it just an inspiration I got.😊
This is an emotional poem that bares the heart content. Your friend is really shattered having a wolf pretending to be an aunt. Most people will stick around the longest they continue to gain, but the moment the profit ceases, you get to see their true color.