You Were Supposed To Be My Friend

I sold my motorcycle for nine hundred bucks and it disappeared because you stole it.
You expected me to believe that you found nine hundred dollars but that is bullshit.
When you stole my money, you should've known our friendship would be at stake.
You told a lie when you said that you found the money when you went to the lake.
What you did really hurt because you were supposed to be my friend.
You screwed things up and our days of being buddies are at an end.
I thought that you were a person who I could trust.
You stole from me and as I look at you, I feel disgust.
Losing the money isn't as bad as knowing that I can't trust you anymore.
You're a thief and things can't be the same between us like they were before.
I believe in karma and there's something I'll guarantee.
You will eventually have to pay for what you did to me.

(This poem was inspired by a true story about what happened to my neighbor)