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?