Betrayal

Why?

Why did you do this.

To me? Of all people.

I fed you,

Gave you a bed,

To sleep in.

You took from me.

But why?

To hurt me?

Well you did it.

Taking something,

That i worked very,

Very hard for.

You don't know,

What work is,

Your lazy,

You look crazy,

Your trash.

Scum of the earth.

You know,

What you did.

Showed me,

Your true colors.

With the ultimate,

Betrayal

When i wrote this poem, it was almost a year ago maybe. not so sure. this memory i have been trying to forget because of how hurt i was when this incident happened. i guy i knew from school and my neighborhood, was hanging out with me a lot. to the point where he would spend the night and what not with me at my house. well, the one day while i was at work all day from 12-8:30, he messaged me asking if he could use my $700 dollar Samsung tablet while he was at my house. i of course being nice, said "sure go ahead". i'm guessing he knew my password to get into my tablet. must have watched me unlock it once or twice. so, as my work day ended i got home, opened my bedroom door, to my room ransacked and my tablet was gone. that wasn't the only thing he stole. but that day was honestly my worst. i broke down, cried so hard. i worked my butt off to pay for something that expensive! and i got robbed for it. it still pains me to this day thinking about it. but its hard to forget about something like that. i felt violated, embarrassed, and angry. i did call the police, but unfortunately because nobody seen him leave my house with it they couldn't go after him. and i couldn't press charges. sometimes i really wonder, what is the sense in reporting something if nothing is going to be done about it? one thing is for sure that i have learned from this experience is be careful on who you let in to your home, and be careful on who you trust, because at any moment in time that person that you think you trust, can easily stab you in the back.