Betrayal Had A Face We Knew

See, the thing about betrayal,
Wasn’t the hurt that it came with, no.
We could hurt anytime,
Be broken one too many times,
But eventually we’d always come around,
And definitely get over it.

However, with betrayal,
Was the thought that they’d come with us,
Learned and even seen us really,
For who we truly were,
The good and the bad,
Been with us, through so much,
But in the end,
They decided that whatever we had,
Wasn’t worth staying loyal to.

Betrayal was the one thing,
That raised so many questions,
And still gave blank answers,
Maybe that’s why it was so hard,
To go after those who betrayed us, instantly.
We’d let the reality,
That we’d been betrayed sink in,
Maybe a day or a month,
Sometimes even years,
And then the immense disappointment,
Would kick in, followed by the anger,
And then the desire,
To question everything, we lived for.

Betrayal ruined us,
It broke us more than anything,
Because no matter how bad we wanted to hide it,
The only time we’d ever be betrayed,
Was when we considered someone family,
But family wasn’t supposed to hurt,
Family was supposed to protect,
But sadly, it was always family,
That betrayed us.