The Real Monsters

This poem is how I feel about fake friends

The real monsters

Are the wolves in sheep clothing.

Enemies disguised as lovers

Who will cause your downfall without your knowing

The real monsters

Wear the most beautiful smiles

Yet hate the success of others

And have no regard for your lives.

I’d rather have a best enemy

Than a best friend

Because  jealousy

Is more dangerous unexpressed.

Beware of the slow killers

Because in the darkness they will pull the trigger