The So Called 'Friend'A Poem by Jesswatch out! there are people who pretend to hug you but instead stab you.I was never into all you do But once I stepped in I couldn’t go
Yours smiles, your words and fake etiquette Cast a spell on me which I refused to hate
I made you my friend without realization That there was no match for our mental synchronization
Gradually I felt there was something surely wrong You had been using me for your purpose for so long
You never really cared about any of my deeds Unless I was there to cater your needs
But I can’t bear this now I’m way too sore Though you’ve made me a fool you won’t anymore © 2016 JessAuthor's Note
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Added on January 27, 2016Last Updated on January 28, 2016 AuthorJessAboutI think I'm one of those people who stay in a conflict about who they actually are. I struggle to find which way i look better. I have a deep imagination which has no end. And if you ever meet me then.. more..Writing
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