What's the problem, the ordeal
Every time I'm not around, not present
You decide to spill and tell behind my back.
Not boys, not truth, just hate about me.
I thought friendship overcame this
But all you ever do is fake it.
My eyes were blinded, Not by you
By the truth that was hidden inside your lies.
I never knew you were like that
I assumed the total opposite.
It's obvious to see your hate,
As it runs through your veins.
JACKAZZ SWANER Community Member 
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