Backstabbers: Poetic Vengeance Poem by I write because I have to

Apparent to none. Transparent to some.
Thin like the skin of those who pose as friends to begin
but end like chameleons
when they sway in the wind
changing colors within.
Under the guise of true lies they pull wool over your eyes
and its never really clear how near
or far they plan to stand
there hand in hand
and walk and hear you talk
all to stalk and strike with spite when the time is right.
Claiming alliance and feigning compliance
snaring at you while wearing costumes,
dressed to impress with intent to consume.
Leading you down the path of doom
and they're only content when you're lamenting your gloom.
Beguiling smiles meant to mask empty words,
empty slurs on forked tongues,
poisoned verbs are the preferred weapon of choice
of a venomous voice.
And their disarming swagger conceals their daggers
waiting until your back is turned to stab you with their lies that burn
Try to discern their false concern
from the fact that they lack the nack to say what they mean
in the midst of the mist, their true colors are clear like flat screens
because their actions are just distractions and reactions intentional
and they use deceit to appear sweet when they're really one dimensional
masters of fiction, their addiction is contradiction
flipping pages in your face,
going through their inventory of stories
all for the glory of bringing you down and claiming your disgrace
The closest in your entourage could be wearing camouflage
But how do you tell your foes from your friends anyway?
only time will tell...
but I'd rather take shot in chest from a foe than a knife in the back from my best friend any day.