With a smile as sweet as honey,
She weaves her web of deceit, so cunning.
A coworker, a friend, or so she claims,
But her true nature is one of ill-famed games.
Behind your back, she whispers lies,
Planting seeds of doubt that quickly rise.
Her words cut deep, like a double-edged blade,
Leaving trust and loyalty to fade.
Beware her false camaraderie,
For it masks a heart of treachery.
She’ll pat your back with one hand,
While stabbing it with the other, so grand.
Heather, the backstabbing friend,
A lesson in trust we must defend.
Keep your guard up, your eyes wide open,
For her betrayal is a path best not chosen.
In the workplace, where bonds should thrive,
Her toxic presence struggles to survive.
A poisonous vine that chokes and suffocates,
Leaving only bitterness in its wake.
Heather, the wolf in sheep’s clothing,
A reminder that not all friendships are worth holding.
Tread carefully, lest you fall prey,
To the backstabber who leads you astray.