A foe to thee

I called you a friend, but what did you call me?
With sincerity at heart, I remained a friend.
Never a thought formed about you was spiteful.
And not a word spoken behind you was evil.
But you my dear friend, you were never a friend.

Day in and day out, you mastered your charade.
Overwhelmed by your acts, I fell for your bait.
Concealed with false smiles and overrated tenderness.
And without caution, I opened my closet to you.
But like Judas, to the enemy’s camp you sold me.

Your hugs and kisses were only at a cost to me.
Your sympathy and encouragement, my discounts.
So little by little, you set my blindfolds and the dagger.
And craftily lured me to the slaughter house to be slaughtered.
But they set me free, and now I know I am a foe to thee.