I wrapped the wool over my eyes,
afraid to see you had two sides.
Showed loyalty to tame my fears,
cried sensitive crocodile tears.
One part of you admired me,
the other part, a silent bee
that stings without a buzz or hiss,
portraying love, poisonous kiss.
Presenting trust, so I could share,
my hardest truths and dark despair
A fake friendship, one of a kind,
so true for me, but I was blind.
Still grateful for the times gone by,
when I was fooled by your disguise.
You filled a role I needed then,
pretend feels good until it ends.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy