I’m no ancient Roman general
But why are you stabbing me?
My instincts were right
Not to lay all my cards.
Now I know you are what I’ve seen in my dream
Ferocious vipers down a murky stream.
Sorry, it’s gonna take more of you to let me scream.
Come on,
Spit out,
Your thoughts that are filthy.
You think your words could murder me
But here’s a haiku for you:
I have buried you 
Long before you even tried 
To kill all of me.

Come on,
Admit it,
Isn’t the real reason why you hate me
Is because you hate you?

It was nice calling you “friend”
But now it needs to end.
It was all a fabrication - a mirage.
Don’t deny it, it’s all on your visage.
My old friend, what’s your issue?
I know not all things but I’m sure this is true:
Real friends won’t create a secret convo
Just to drag you to the mud and talk shit about you.
It was painful knowing all that at first
But a discovery in my mind immersed:
I am swimming in an infinite ocean of freedom
And your toxicity could never drown me.