ODE TO A FOE

He's there around me always,
Though I feel he needn't be.
He's doing nice things for me whenever,
Though not in a way to please me
But only push me deeper into trouble.
His words seem to be coated,
Coated with sweet sugar.
But it ultimately tastes itself
As bitter as freshest neem.
It hurts me and my soul
And only my feelings alone.
He shows his true colours
By harming me always.
I try to forgive him wholeheartedly,
But alas! I am just any human.