They call themselves your friends.
But what goes on in their heads?
Do they really mean it?
When they smile,
is it for real?
I had friends who
weren't very honest.
They just tried to steal the other away.
They tried to make me look bad,
to make me look like
a liar
a cheater
someone they can't trust.
I am not friends with them anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem