Back Stabbing Hoe Poem by Zoe Meyer

Take a knife; take a fork
Do it with whatever works.
Grab my heart; rip it out
Cuz that's what it's all about.

Hold my hand; stab my back
Turn my head; you take a whack.
I get hurt, feel the pain
I'm done playing in your game.

When you text, you are sweet
A brand new friend I'd love to meet.
In real life, you are a fake
Just another heart to break.

With your 'friends' you laugh and smirk
While you give me dirty looks.
A birthday party thrown for you
That I'm not invited to.

Listen up, hear me out
This is true without a doubt.
Back stabbers with no real friends
Wind up loners in the end.