Back Biting - An Unexplained Common Affliction..

Here's trying to explain something highly undesirable in the form of a poem from my blog:

Whenever he is with me
He pampers me, talks so well
And nice too...
Praising me for what I do
Making me feel so high
But then when he goes away
Sits among others
Why is it that he finds
Me repulsive in my absence
And loves to find ways
To generate disinformation
Diluting me, in a vain attempt
To enhance himself
Hey, tell me then, when he finds
himself in the mirror
Smiling back at him
Giving  a pat on the back
Doesn't he find it amusing
Ah, to be 'two' many people
And then he's be able to
Sleep well in comfort, is it?
It would be interesting
To learn about the dreams
Dancing in his closed eyes
Will he share those with me
When he meets me next
To pamper me and make
Another vain attempt
To help me feel high
Will it amuse me, don't know,
Now that I know..

RS:)

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