You do meet them, don’t you?
The kind of person who has a downer 
On most other kinds of people,
The kind that doesn’t mind lying 
If it suits them well 
Any kind of advantage 
That could be had is taken
No opportunity is missed 
Why do people do that kind of thing
To deliberately trick others
So long as they are preserved 
carry on in their own world 
with little regard for the trail
of devastation they leave behind
what makes some people so unkind
is it past experiences or nature
were they born like that or learned 
do they ever look back at the mess
they leave for others to put together
just as well there are some who will
where would we be if every one 
was out to cut another’s throat,
I have looked the deceivers in the eye
There is nothing there that I spy
That could lead me to believe 
They really are the nasty one,
Unsuspecting eyes wide closed
We go into another dire situation,
Then we blame ourselves for daftness
When in fact it is the person no less
Who we see in front of us smiling
We don’t see behind the smile do we?