Accusations

You'll notice

That a lot

Of what I write

Is accusing

Pointing the finger

The finger of blame

At you

My supposed friends

The ones who think

They know me

The ones whose

Cruel words

Hurt the most

Because they cut

That little bit deeper

Their blades

A little sharper

A little closer

To my heart

You know where to aim

Your poison tipped words

You know I'm weak

Vulnerable

And scared

My worst enemies

Are the ones

I learnt to trust

Who turned away

I wish you'd never

Bothered

To look at all

My best friends

Are the ones

I hardly know

Whe people

Who simply

Let me be.