Family, Friend, and Foe.
Friend, Family, and Foe
Always stooped far too low
Forever seeking my demise
Giving them a little chance to rise
Friend, one I trusted
Never have I felt more disgusted
As I dug out the knife you secretly used
I wasn’t surprised, just merely confused
Family, one in which my blood is shared
One which I knew never cared
So as they ate me inside out
I decided it wasn’t even worth a shout
Foe, one I created long ago
One with a soul as dark as a crow
Plotting my death from time to time
But never did it pay a single dime
Friend, Family, and Foe
Barely any time to grow
As once again they plot my demise
I’m too busy pondering how I will rise


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I loved the rhyme in this poem. The message is quite eloquently put too