The Age of Betrayal

If you truly wish to leave, then march ahead with fanfare,
Don’t linger in doubt—should I stay or go around?
In these hectic days, there’s no time to ask how Mother feels,
And recognizing those who once dragged me down is a maze.

When we meet, they greet me with smiles, offering hollow praise,
Yet when I’m gone, their tears are just a fleeting display.
We may embrace strangers, welcoming them as our own,
But in the end, it’s only family that lifts your body alone.

They won’t let you live in peace while you’re alive,
This is an age where backstabbers survive.
I was never good enough for others my whole life,
Yet, in death, how did I suddenly become right?

Here, people speak with forked tongues,
They say one thing while another is done.
Even you, my dear, betrayed me from above,
Proclaiming your loyalty, yet holding another’s hand in love.

All I asked was a little space in your heart,
Yet you claimed to have given me your life, every part.
Even those who say they give their all today,
Are bound to face betrayal, for this is the way.