Disappointments, I know,

are as normal as the air we inhale.

Just daily components of life

when interacting with strangers

and fake acquaintances alike.

You know, it’s just to show,

for some trust is a demoralized detail.

Behind your back, an evil drive

of gaining profit and rapture

of friendship, hounesty on strike.

Interact they say, if you want to grow,

without connections you will fail.

Hidden in a smile, a back-stabbing knife

that’s revealed after the capture

of your goodness, sudden thumbs down of dislike.

*****