Oh, reflection heed direction

Some times I just wonder
if you calculate
all the times I didn't tell you anything but the truth.
All along
I never steered you wrong
and really never meant you any harm.

Does it ache to know you partake
with the souls in this world
that boost hate?
And within their own "circle",
only communicate games?
Does it bother you to learn
that "best-friends" is only a term
they used to manipulate
the trust you thought they had earned?

Time doesn't make one friend faithful;
it's only actions that prove one is capable.

How complicated must it be
to figure out how one is fake?
How much energy must one drain
on friendships that deliberately cause
shame and utter back-stabbing pain?
And not a single tear of remorse
will they ever dare to entertain.