Apparent to none. Transparent to some. <br />Thin like the skin of those who pose as friends to begin <br />but end like chameleons <br />when they sway in the wind <br />changing colors within. <br />Under the guise of true lies they pull wool over your eyes <br />and its never really clear how near <br />or far they plan to stand <br />there hand in hand <br />and walk and hear you talk <br />all to stalk and strike with spite when the time is right. <br />Claiming alliance and feigning compliance <br />snaring at you while wearing costumes, <br />dressed to impress with intent to consume. <br />Leading you down the path of doom <br />and they're only content when you're lamenting your gloom. <br />Beguiling smiles meant to mask empty words, <br />empty slurs on forked tongues, <br />poisoned verbs are the preferred weapon of choice <br />of a venomous voice. <br />And their disarming swagger conceals their daggers <br />waiting until your back is turned to stab you with their lies that burn <br />Try to discern their false concern <br />from the fact that they lack the nack to say what they mean <br />in the midst of the mist, their true colors are clear like flat screens <br />because their actions are just distractions and reactions intentional <br />and they use deceit to appear sweet when they're really one dimensional <br />masters of fiction, their addiction is contradiction <br />flipping pages in your face, <br />going through their inventory of stories <br />all for the glory of bringing you down and claiming your disgrace <br />The closest in your entourage could be wearing camouflage <br />But how do you tell your foes from your friends anyway? <br />only time will tell... <br />but I'd rather take shot in chest from a foe than a knife in the back from my best friend any day.<br /><br />I write because I have to<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/backstabbers-poetic-vengeance/
