NOT A FRIEND BUT AN END

Do you not deserve scorn?

For posing as a friend but acting like a spy.

For your pretentious works.

For not making me realize the rough and tumble between us.

Do you not deserve contempt?

For the tyranny and envy behind that placating smile.

For entrusting my affairs to you and receiving betrayal at the end.

Do you not deserve a corporal punishment?

For impeding me from repudiating the wrong.

For finding a way to justify your actions 

No matter how unacceptable they are.

For your sly and deceptive personality.

I couldn't find out that the hood does not make a monk.

Tell me, how can I trust you as a friend?

You claim to support and always stand by my side.

But deep down, 

You are celebrating my failure.

You claim to be happy and you are rejoicing with me.

But deep down,

You are mourning my success.

Your good works are always on a pursuit of pleasure.

Your hard works were to garner impressive outlooks.

And you distaste anyone who is not on track with you.

Yet, I expected a change, sooner or later.

But such reforms seemed likely to remain little more than pious hopes.

I did not see you change,

Instead, I found myself getting used to your actions.

Justifying them and being influenced by them.

You made me turn away from my colossal ambitions.

Because you convinced me not to think about tomorrow.

And the tomorrow also implies the future.

You weakened me with your justifications,

Making reference to the Bible.

Why did I not realize that you had the wrong intentions.

Do you not deserve a crack down?

For double crossing me when I expected your help.

You flared in frenzy

Whilst you see me turning from the better me to the worst me.

You laugh hysterically at your victory.

Of course, you were watching me dying slowly.

And you can't hide your happiness.

But you are always there to encourage me

Yet expecting my downfall soon.

You made me believe how down casted you felt, when I'm depressed.

But those were the happiest moments of your life.

Why did I not see the real you?

Because I was blindfolded by your sugar coated tongue

Why did I see you as a true friend?

Because you made me believe that none can be as good as you.

However, one shares to oneself, a sense of rightness that others failed to see.

When I began to see my stunted growth,

It was a no-brainer to realize that

You were not a friend but an end.