Why betrayal hurts.
A poem of how a young teen was swindled by those he trusted.
They took their best shot at me! Wished to leave me exhausted. It disheartened me when I thought they cared for me, but truly their plan was to sabotage me. I was left empty-handed, and I was nothing but a collection to them. They beguiled me and pointed their fingers at me. The hand they dealt me had not one spade. They set the deck and gave me counterfeit praise. I was a sheep without a shepherd, lost, and robbed of my virtue. I challenged my sincerity almost reneged, and wanted to trade hands. I was moved by their charisma, lowballing seeds and deeds. They took their best bet; assumed I didn’t know how to count. They fooled me once, but I fooled them twice. That very moment I emerged and declared I will no longer scatter my seeds before swine.