Analysis of My first friend

She smiled at me, like any stranger would.
Can I trust her benevolence
Or is she just like the others?
Just hiding behind a veneer
Hiding all her ulterior motives and turpitude

I should have trusted my instincts.
I shouldn't have let her in.
I shouldn't have let her see my weakness.
Yet I did... I welcomed her with open arms
Like a fool.
And then she played me,
Used me, and then threw me away

Now all that remains is the Shards
Of a Broken Glass once Whole.