Betrayal cuts deepest when it wears a smile, a friend turned foe, a shadow turned to blade. You plotted with my enemies, unseen, waiting for the moment to strike your blow, believing trust once shattered could destroy. But know that karma stands, a silent judge, the friend who writes the ledger of our deeds. Each wound you left became a spark in me, a fire no treachery could ever douse. I rise, defiant, forged from pain and steel, a flame that lights the path, relentless, fierce.