Decontamination

You say you are friends, but friends don’t leave others off to fend

All alone, caught up inside the bends

I would recommend

That’d you’d listen to my reprimand

And then cleanse

Off your hands

Cause this has only just began

But don’t even try to pretend

That what you did won’t be a bur-den

It’s like meeting dead-ends

It’s too late to make amends

You better know that I will always defend

Anyone who gets caught up in your trap of demands

I will continue to stand

Until you understand 

This poem is about: 
Me

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