And...

And so it wasn't you,
So it was someone else,
Apologies from me I begged,
For I mistook devil for an angel.

That friend was no friend,
She seemed to be an enemy,
Awaiting for something sweet,
A revenge maybe or maybe a victim.

And so I became her prey,
And you became a game to play,
I had believed that evil more than you,
I had been influenced to play the devil's role.

Now I know,
Who she really is,
A friend indeed she was,
But an enemy now she define.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts