Beneath the guise of laughter’s gleam,
Friendship whispers a darker dream.
A hand to hold, a heart to share,
But in its depths, deceit is there.

With smiles they cloak a hidden knife,
A bond that bleeds, yet shapes your life.
They teach you dependence, not to grow,
As they control what you should know.

Their love is a tether, not a flame,
A leash to bind, a cruel game.
They cheer for you, but envy grows,
In shadows where true kindness goes.

Words like honey, sweet yet cold,
Promises broken, secrets sold.
They build you up, then tear you down,
A crown of thorns, not love’s renown.

In the mirror, you see their face,
But in your soul, you’ve lost your place.
Friendship, once a light so bright,
Now dims beneath the weight of night.

A friendship born of fear and lies,
Is the deadliest sin in disguise.
A poison wrapped in softest skin,
The eighth of sins—the trap within.