There are people in everyone’s lives, which claim to be your friend
And you like idiots, your trust we begin to extend
Not only do they have your trust, on them you start to depend
But never did you think, of the person that you befriend
These people really don’t like you, like prey, on you they descend
The hawk that grabs the rodent, is the way that it is in the end
And I’m sorry to have to say it, but these fakers i must commend
For never shall you know the truth, until after the time you spend
Dear brethren I must applaud you, and the message that you do send
For hopefully your words do affect, and help thine people comprehend.
© Chase Rankin
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