A Bitter Pill-The Friend Who Wasn't

The guttural rage she spat,
Unrelenting.
The screaming in my head,
Resenting.

Bitter wounds inflicted,
Emotionally.
Left numb in the darkness,
No functionality.

Media warns of friends who turn,
Who savage you.
Those you’ve known for years,
There is no clue.

She’s not the one you’ve always known,
Unpredictable.
Travelled to a foreign place,
Becoming vulnerable

To a vicious tongue.
A cruel twist
Of behaviour, kept fear in
Like a fist.

No violence needed
Just a look
One ugly night
Was all it took.

Relief runs through me now.
Home comforts
Surround my damaged mind.
Shame works

Into the heart of who I am,
Manipulated
Always avoided, yet became
Entangled

In a web of lies and tricks,
Coerced.
Bullied, yes, but not beaten
Now, re-fired

Like a Phoenix rising,
Alive again.
Mental healing, faster,
Against the pain