What are you?

You’re a friend, a confidant someone to trust that is what you tell me.
Then why do I have wounds on my back from the sharp knife you hold in your hands.
There is nowhere to hide, who is going to care is evident with this situation.
You have moved the first piece of the game
I am tougher than you think.
You had missed noticing the scars that had already been there by others before.
Friend or Foe
how that changes when your knife is sticking in your own back
blood dripping on the floor…
My hands are clean, my fingerprints are not on the knife.
Those before me, have gotten tired of your game, they won’t take the shit anymore.

(c) 2018 Kimber Michaela