Treachery Poem by Claire Abbott

Treachery, a so called friend.
So much to contend with,
Without you causing this.
The blackness of your heart shows through.
Now we know who and what you really are.
Unable to extinguish the pain and anger,
caused by you.

So naive in what you have done,
Can't you see what you have caused.
Your poisonous ways have disfigured the dynamics of this group.
No more can we call on your association.
From now on you face the world alone.