What Is The Real Robbie?

Never ending lies, never ending spite,

A dynamite of hate waiting to ignite.

Fake old friends carry around their mask,

Fitting in is their only task.

No thought of destruction left along the way,

That lingers on up to this very day.

Their abused trust makes you feel inadequate;

As they devour your heart bit by bit.

The same old lies disguised as truths,

Your painful eyes follow their moves.

He is so fake, that’s the truth here,

And I’m so glad now I’ve seen it clear.
 

But when we made friends, I thought it would last,

And the troubles we had belonged in the past.

‘I can be myself around you’ Robbie said,

‘But when I’m with Alex, I’m someone else instead’.

The friendships he has are just as fake,

An opportunity to bitch, he’s quick to take.

It just frustrates me when I see his lies,

And I’m now glad that our friendship did die.

Receiving a phone call at midnight one day.

A call of Robbie just phoning to say,

He can’t be my friend and that’s the way it will be,

Because Lolly won’t be his friend if he’s stays friends with me.

Friends with Alex, the person who,

He slagged off constantly between us two;

When we just made friends and we talked on the phone;

Three hours long, to bitch and to moan.

Now he’s acting like he did no such thing,

It makes me want to shout, makes me want to swing;

My fist in his face, I hate that fake,

I’m just glad now my eyes are awake…