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. Iโฆ