The Lure

I shake my head and wonder: Why? I do so often with a sigh The one who tests me is a friend And this I just can’t understand The disrespect, the nerve, the gall My choice of words just says it all I fume and puff without a noise I’d love to scream, but I have no choice I pray for strength while I endure The fakeness of this friendly lure The fault is mine, I know, I do I let this come to be, that’s true But today this will come to an end I’ll do away with this false friend For those who thought I wasn’t strong Well think again, ’cause you thought wrong. Wendy Nipas