They are the most cunning foes,
they know all your tale of woes.
They hide behind intricate masks,
Lurking, waiting, hoping,
waiting for you to fall
To they get on with their task.
They lend a patient ear, or so it seems,
All they want is for you
to fail at your dreams.
They whisper your secrets,
your weakness and your bane,
All those moments of friendship
all in utter vain.
For they might pretend to be a friend,
But they might be your doom in the end.
They sabotage you from the inside,
leaving you in pain, till your tears have dried.
For sometime they leave you powerless,
But in the end they’re only friend is cowardice.
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