They latch on to you,
They feed off of you,
Fake people are contagious,
They fill you with poison.
Extract the life out of you,
And then charge you with treason.
They act like innocent souls,
Oh! They could never hurt a bug.
But when it comes down to stepping over others ,towards success,
They do it without batting an eyelash.
Is an every day task.
They roam around,
Always with a mask.
No remorse, no regret.
In their blood, I bet.
Why do heartless people crush souls of those,
Who always see the good in them,
Don’t they realize, if they hadn’t done this,
We would have took on the world for them.
Friends hurt you the most,
Impair your functioning,
Mar your thinking,
Unbeknownst to them, what damage they have done,
Or knowingly inflicting pain.
Sadism in nature,
Schadenfreude in life.
People like these are barbaric creatures,
They can only stab you with a knife.
Karma is a bitch,
I can guarantee that,
Don’t even switch,
From a personality like that.
For the sins they committed.
For the lives they played with.
Trust me when I say this,
People like this,
Won’t even catch a glimpse of happiness.
Causing torment to someone,
Will never given them ecstasy.
And if it does,
Well, then they are living in their fantasy..