Karma

A Poem by PeanutButter Poet

I did the crime you told me to do

I thought you were right so I trusted you

But as I sat in the cell all alone

I didn’t realize I was really on my own

I thought you cared, so figuratively to me you were there

People disliked me for the things I did

When I was in the fire you ran and hid

I took the heat never telling you were to blame

I watched as you fake smiled in their face

I knew the truth but I thought it wasn’t my place

I couldn’t be a snitch I had to be a real friend

No matter what we’d be tight to the very end

But when the dark clouds rolled in

Again you ran and hid

I sat in the rain outside your door

Wondering what you were running for

I was in trouble again

The things I did cost me a real friend

You told me they were wrong so I fought like you said too

But when it all came to light

You said it wasn’t you

People thought you were the greatest

But I knew the truth

But because we were friends I would lie for you

I said I did it because I wanted to

Deep down I felt sorry for you

Before I knew it my words came out of your mouth

Yu told me how I felt now

I did what you said we should do

I lost my individuality to you

Now I’m home, hurt, and alone

You’re busy having fun so I’m stuck on my own

The friends I burned for you don’t even care

And now I realize they were actually sincere

When karma comes around you’ll wish I was there

Cause all this time I have a kept a secret from you

Your “so called” friends all hate you

They told me you treated me like s**t

I thought they were wrong so I ignored it

They dog you every time you turn around

They know you the real one who brought me down

They know the truth about you

The whole reason I didn’t fail, but actually left the school

Soon my number will be changed

And fb friends will be re arranged

To keep all those who really are true

Hope you find a real friend to care for you

Remember this the next time around

Friendship is a two way street

So watch what street you walk down!

© 2011 PeanutButter Poet

Author's Note

This little poem was just pretty much a brief rage about a tainted friendship. Not perfectly written but the basis of the story is: a person believed everything there "best friend" told them and did everything they told them to do. In the end that person realized every time their actions caused conflict as the “bff” wanted to do, she ran and hid and left that person to burn alone. But in the end Karma kicks her in the ass when you find all of her so called friends hate her too. I hope all of that is able to be understood through this brief poem/story.