They are there to laugh with us… <br />At the moment we celebrate for them. <br />Talking about their success when we fall short of it, <br />Feeling high, looking us down. <br /> <br />Wearing the mask of friendship, <br />They seemed to care, with open arms, embracing to disgrace. <br />Gossiping, back-stabbing… <br />Giving the land its ear to hear them judge us err… <br />Giving the air its eyes to look us in dismay… <br /> <br />They are comforting, trust disguising… <br />Bringing us to ruin, catching, ensnaring us unaware… <br />Sharing them your life, you end up losing yours, <br />Help them up; see them drag you down… <br />Sharing them your dream, you end up discouraged… <br />For those were the dream killers, they are never happy without slaying somebody. <br /> <br />-aira<br /><br />aira olayvar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-killers/
