A Trust Misplaced

You, the friend (trusted)
And me, the fool (trusting)

Did you think I never noticed how you snickered behind my back? I could feel your eyes laughing as I turned away, us both so content in our friendship (me, content only in its existence; you, content in its benefits). I know what you think of me. I know what you say. I know the insidious thoughts that roam about in the dark recesses of your mind as you smile at me, your fake grin plastered onto that false face.

You think I'm a fool, but that's why I can turn around and laugh at you. Because, though I know you have two faces, I can see them both for what they are - pale complexions of a lonely person, with a sad set of eyes and ears that see and hear the world in a way that is so useless and selfish that it will never bring you any of the joys and happiness that you could otherwise find.

You, the fool (losing yourself)
Me, the friend (being myself)