Friendly faces scare me the most,
I would like not to be haunted by their ghost,
That lies waiting beneath the kind facade.
I prefer enemies who skip this charade.
I’ve always feared the unknown.
To the company of pretenders I prefer being alone.
Save me the empty smiles,
I’ve been surrounded by the likes of you for a while.
Thanks to you,
In every act of kindness, I search for lies.
For each helping hand, I search my back for knives.
Thanks to you, I’ve seen not one, but all the faces of friendship.