Disgusted

I�m truly beyond sickness
When it comes to these friends of mine.
The more I care, the more they care less,
Looking for time to give me a sign.

It will explode inside me,
And I can�t predict what�ll happen.
Will I turn violence prone,
Or will I ignore it again?

They lie to my face
And talk behind my back.
I�d like to give them a taste
Of the loyalty they lack.

So now it seems only true
To let their friendship pass away.
They can�t imagine the pain I go through
Every time I decide to stay.

I knew they�d be back-stabbing�
I knew they�d betray�
I wish I�d never met them�
I wish they�d stay away.


This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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