Poetry

Don't tell me you're my friend
If you won't stand by me in the end
Don't say that you'll be there
If it's a promise light as air
Don't act so innocent
Your fakeness, I've come to resent
Smiling for the show
A trick of yours I've come to know
Learning all their secrets well,
So when you need to, you can tell
Stab them in the back so hard,
That's your hidden playing card
But I have seen your evil way
Your little game, I will not play
I pass my turn, I give up my place
I choose to lose this awful race.