I write this poem in anger,
For yesterday, she betrayed me.
Now I have to go through this pain,
Unnecessarily.
I only knew a friend,
Never thought of a foe,
But she left me here,
So I really know.
She left me in the darkness,
When she was supposed to turn on the light.
She left me sinking underwater,
And now I have to fight.
She left me here to die,
She left me in my vain.
At least now I never,
Have to see her again.
~!~Ana
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