Fake Friends

• Seneja Alles, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

How much I loved laughing with them,
How much I trusted them when my mind was full of overwhelm,
But they no longer exist anymore, not even in the slightest light,
They disappoint me every time my eye catches their sight,
A volcano erupts inside me with rage,
They try so much to change,
I often laugh to myself seeing them rearrange,
How strange?
Those whose hearts were filled with gold,
Are now frozen cold,
With a blink of my eye, I see a whole new person,
That change can make them a good or bad version,
Their souls painted black each time they sacrifice,
Every day wondering when my true best friend would materialise,
I stick to what I call a fake hive,
Until then I will survive,