Naive

Made friends with the wolf when I was the sheep

Found comfort in the lion’s den and with the enemy I sleep

Trusted the liar

Gave my keys to the thief

Supplied the kerosene to the fire

Put my head between the monsters teeth

Turned my back to the stabber

Told my secrets to a spy

Cared for the one who didn’t think I mattered

For a murder I cried

Some say keep your friends close

And your enemies even closer

But how can you tell the difference

When they reek of the same odor   

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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