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