It use to bother me
When those so-called 'friends' would stab me in the back
Busy back-biting against me
Instead of having my back
Knowingly betraying my trust
In hopes of gaining trust of another
Another person for them to get next to
Until they have used them all up
And are no longer beneficial for them to stick around
Benefitting off the pain given
Never giving of their true self to anyone
Not even their self
Thoughts of the betrayal
Hurts more than one could ever imagine
Betraying one's trust
Is the ultimate means of destruction
Destroying any hopes of befriending the next person
Person showing a genuine interest in your well-being
Trying to be the friend that you have seeked
Been seeking & searching for
But never could get the choice right
Rightly choosing is harder than you think
You ponder on it
You should pray on it
Let it find you, seek you out
When it does no longer will you
Have to shed tears over phoniness
But cry tears of joy over genuineness
~Adiva Williams
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