Betrayed

You came to me in trouble,
A dark cloud over your head,
You had been persecuted, apparently,
I nurtured you instead.
When others smeared your reputation,
Your worth I did advocate,
I allowed you to be different,
I allowed you to be late.
I tolerated your eccentricities,
I patiently gave you all,
I was there to help you always,
I was there to catch you fall.
I have recently solved your problems,
But you didn’t tell me that they stayed,
You have then been bad-mouthing me,
And I just feel betrayed.

This week a staff member, who I have been a strong advocate for, despite her reputation and the bridges that she burnt at school, chose to do something nasty to me. The poem was written when I felt, well, betrayed.