Ambush

Better the enemy in my darkest days,
Than the friend with fake smiles,
For from the enemy I expect less,
And from the friend, no guiles.
To me, don't pretend to smile,
If you don't mean it from the heart,
For better the enemy that frowns,
Than the friend smiles I shared,
Who bites me behind my back,
Or ambushes me to get me scared.
Better the enemy that hates my guts,
And calls the spade a spade,
Than the friend that beguiles,
With uncouth smiles that evade.