Another Poem about fake friends

Shattered Glass

You so wanted my life,

but you never knew it was a mirage.

Those cute, embellished handbags,

those high-end shoes,

were nothing more than shiny pieces

of shattered glass.

So you pretended to be my friend,

but you were actually my foe.

You played Freud

on a desperate patient,

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dressed like a playground,

but you were no fun.

And I trusted you.

Confessed all my misfortunes to you.

You had the shoulder,

I had the tears.

And like a croupier,

you turned the tables against me.

Planted lies

and harvested my life.

Now you look in the mirror,

and all there is

is shattered glass.