Sometimes they are aesthetic,

Sometimes you’ll never know when to trust them,

These people are called friends.

When they do wrong, you will try and vindictive them,

But they never see the affinity you feel for them,

They anguish you instead,

They call themselves your friends.

You share secrets with them,

Thinking they are the best,

They are reluctant to keep secrets,

Instead, they share with others,

They say they are your best friends.

They abysmal,

They are inhumane,

You trust them in the beginning,

But not in the end,

And they still claim it,

While they are pretenders,

They are not good friends,

They still say we are friends.