Stab

Thinking,

I thought i knew you.

I grew on you,

But you did me wrong.

What you say,

There is no way.

The truth will appear,

Maybe not when you're near.

Keeping a tab,

While you stab.

Betrayal,

That's what i feel.

Mainly in,

My heart.

That's where you,

Stabbed me.

Can i forgive you?

Maybe.

Will i forgive you?

The world,

May never know.

Once hurt,

It's hard to forgive.

Who once was a friend,

Now a stabber.

Maybe you weren't real,

This whole time.

Could have saved,

The fake.

For gods sake,

I have learned.

Not everyone,

Is your friend.

Only some,

Can be trusted.

The others,

Aren't real.

Hey! first and foremost i would like to apologize for taking so long to post anything. i have been working non stop for the past week, and i have just been to tired to really look at my computer screen. so please, forgive me. but Ok, to put some meaning behind this poem here...lets see, this is from personal experience. i recently realized not everyone, is your friend. at any given time that person you thought was your friend could turn on you. but you wont even realize it until the rumors start and then the truth comes out. what i don't like the most is someone who will be all nice in my face and then go behind my back and say things about me to other people. like that is the ultimate fake person right there. and i hate it, it hurts to know someone for so long then, boom you hear that this person is saying things. it sucks, but what i am saying here is that be careful on who you befriend, because it may seem all fine and dandy at first but you can't really trust anyone. be careful who you tell things to as well. hopefully you guys understand and enjoy this poem