To you who are the fake ones

The mean, cold, which are innate ones

Posing to be “true”

when falsehood is what

is exuded by you

 

Your intentions seem genuine,

pure, but yet still uncouth

because you are a counterfeit,

personification of truth.

 

All you’ve done is use,

abandon, and abuse me.

 

Trying to confuse me,

you cover your mistakes

with temporary condolences

and phony sympathy’s

to try and amuse me.

 

Consideration and care

is what I extended to you.

When you’re in need

I bow and bend to you.

 

Oh, but when I need you,

your back you turn and

only your shadow is seen.

Sort of like the pages of a magazine.

 

Your façade does its best

to keep it real, but your heart

is fit to kill.

 

Just like a semi-automatic

or a silencer in the back,

created to make the blow subtle,

but fatal piercing the soul

of me because you have no loyalty.

 

People say its jealousy,

but I say of what?

Not materiality, hum…..

maybe it’s my personality

Or maybe it’s just the God in me.

 

But I say being real

is just apart of me.

I choose to be the best me

I can be and you could too,

but you’d rather blend in

instead of discovering you.

 

 

It’s funny how

when it’s just me and you,

you are always the person

I thought I knew,

but when in the company of others

I see a different side of you.

 

The side with a lack of care

that bears no consequence

Insincerity with no recompense

 

With a tongue

like there’s no recollection of me,

you scorn my very existence,

but secretly you praise me

and wouldn’t dare feign me.

 

The epitome of what

a true friend should be is me.

Why haven’t you learned from me?

Giving to you and slow to take

Making sure your spirit I never break

 

Loving you and never

defaming your name

Being there through your joys and pains

But you are just the opposite.

Will the real friend please stand up

or will you continue to be

a fake one – a counterfeit?