In moments shrouded, bleak and gray,
Where trust dissolves, fades away,
I bear witness to your twisted jest,
A masquerade where respect detests.

Once a friendship, vibrant and true,
Now tarnished by words that cut and skew,
Your hateful jokes, a twisted guise,
Reveal a truth I cannot disguise.

For sometimes, jest becomes a lie,
A shield to hide disdain and pry,
And in your words, a venom seeps,
Eroding bonds, leaving scars so deep.

I understood the game you played,
Believed in the care, the facade displayed,
But now it’s clear, the mask unveiled,
Respect shattered, bridges impaled.

“Finally, free from that foul being,”
Your words echo, their cruelty stinging,
No longer can I bear the weight,
Of such disdain, such bitter hate.

You must rebound, for I have lost,
The reverence held, at such a cost,
No more will I tolerate the pain,
Or subject my heart to your disdain.

The rest of the gang, they too have seen,
The darkness that lurks, where you demean,
They echo my sentiment, in unison strong,
A chorus of voices, declaring you wrong.

In this bleak abyss, I stand apart,
A fractured bond, a wounded heart,
No longer blind, no longer naive,
I’ve lost respect, and I must leave.

The bleakness lingers, an ominous pall,
Yet within my spirit, I’ll rise, stand tall,
For I deserve a friendship true,
One that uplifts, not one that slew.