Hypocrisy

You stand there in the dark,
With your hypocritical mask of a friend...
Hands in your pockets,
and a knife in your fist,
Expecting my weakest moment,
In order to stab me
as you pull me closer
to your chest and hug me,
Telling me it will be okay..
You are there for me..
Right...
Betray... Is your middle name..
You are all the same...
Expected it.. Replay...
Here it goes again..
Think I'm an infant
with no experience in this game...
I have masters degree in hypocrisy...
We are all collegues..

Yet ...
Still you pray ...
Waiting for me to fall apart,
Maybe beg you or apologise
For acts
I did not do ...
For crimes I did not commit..
And just give you what you so need..
provide you
with the so desired attention
and reply to you
with the same amount of hatred...
Keep waiting...
My life I've spent it
trying to subtract such emotions
and maintain calmness..

Wish for a reply from my side...
There is none to give
Maybe a reaction ...
A fraction of emotion ...
A sentense .. a letter ...
Maybe a tear or a broken window
However, you were just a mirror reflection of a lesson I needed..
Thank you for the cooperation.
To hate you - Excuse me I am unable.
Forgiveness is not weakness.
Weak are those who rot in hatred..
Stuck in the negative of their own misconceptions... ً
I'm grateful for the lesson...
Let's end it.