Like a mad dog they’ll lie in wait,
Full of poisonous venom and hate.
All the while they’ll want to pretend;
Of how much to you they are your friend.
Secretly they despise your very soul;
While they’re twisting and turning for full control.
They’ll boast and play every trick in the book;
While reeling you in for the final hook.
Pretending to have your best interest at heart;
Their goal is to own you right from the start.
It doesn’t matter what you say or want,
They’re always cool and nonchalant;
Making you look like you’re out of your reason.
It’s all about them no matter the season.
They are the ‘victim’ sometimes they’ll pretend
And to your madness there is no end.
They’ll lie and deceive in their dirty pool;
While laughing at you for being their fool.
It’s always a game that they have to win,
No matter the cost to you in the end.
The rules to them are always obscure,
They make their own of that they’ll be sure.
Beating you down with their rage every hour,
You’re just a pawn in their game of power.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr