How do I write this?
How do I say it?
But who I thought you
were,
Is not who you are.
How do you look in the
mirror,
Without bursting in
shame?
How can you look me in
the eyes,
While lying to my
face?
I realize now how
you’ve used me.
What I thought was
kindness
Was really deceit.
I believed lie after
lie,
And let you take
advantage of my trust.
But finally you let
your colors show.
Don’t think I’m
clueless.
It was going to happen
eventually,
Now I see who you’ve
become.
Soon, I hope you will
too,
It’s not too late to
mend your ways.
But
it’s too late to mend our friendship.
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