Liars

I was looking

when he sneakily grabbed her book.

I was looking

when he silently hid it away.

I was looking

as he cleverly got off the hook,

and acted like everything was okay.

I was thinking

of father, bidding me goodbye.

I was thinking

if I should tell on my friend.

I was thinking

if I should expose the lie

and bring six years of friendship to an end.

I was crying

like father, as he rot in a cell.

I was crying

as I wondered if it was worth it.

I was crying

to know what ill luck fell

to make him suffer for something he never did.

My friend

will never understand my pain.

My friend

will never know why I did the same.

My friend

said I was disloyal, and insane. 

I'll never understand one who sullies the innocent's name.