Deceit

Silently plotting,
Destroying our lives,Snooping around,
Like little spies,
A pat on the shoulder,
Yet a knife in your back,
Completely unknowing,
Of the imminent attack.

You pour out your soul,
Seeking consolation,
But all you recieve,
Is utter mutalation.
They say they will be there,
To help through tough times,
But when trouble arises,
They run like you're a crime.

The highest of powers,
fall to their lies,
You fall to them too,
Is it a surprise?
As they sit,
They can see your end,
Is it hard to believe,
It's you best friend?