A coward stabs from the back
He prejudges and announces his prejudice
but never in front of your face
A coward talks, but hardly acts
And when he acts, he avoids the consequences
The more coward one is, the more he fakes
He appears a friend on the outside
and an insecure bitch only inside
Bitch…? Yes, a female dog that is
A coward knows what’s right, but chooses what’s wrong
He’s afraid to deal with his own self, so then he hides
And when he’s found, he acts like a smart innocent
The linguist coward twists his tongue
and innocently plays with his words
The drama queen one acts brave
and innocently plays reverse psychology
And when his back against the wall;
no other way to run or hide,
He wants time to make it pass just like that
No sorry, no apology
It doesn’t matter, it never even exists
It’s humane to have covers, you wanna protect yourself
The honests are under glass
The commons choose wire net
…or something else
But only the cowards shielded with thorny metal
A coward is in you and as well in me
You times see even the greatest friend becomes coward to others
But a true one not ever does, not to you
A coward…
Why singular, by the way?
Because I am referring to and as well inspired by one particular person
What has he done to me?
Doesn’t necessarily make it a male just ’cause I address the person by “he”
Anyway…
You don’t expect a friend to do it to you
And even when he does,
You can just easily make him pay for that
or just simply dump him
To teach him lessons, you say
or hell for whatever reason
It’s the short easy way
Any use of it, though?
Make him learn, you think?
Yeah, like he’s got the brain to absorb and proceed
What good does it do you?
I wouldn’t be content just by dumping him
I wouldn’t be satisfied paying back out of revenge,
I find it degrading me to be as low as he is
But I wouldn’t let him get away with it
not knowing that I know what he’s done to me
I’d teach him some lessons
Show him how a brave deals with it
and how a friend really is
If he gets it, he’ll feel inferior
But still, learn from me
If he doesn’t, it doesn’t matter
Because I don’t do it for only good intention
Not to make myself good use for others
Not because I am big-hearted
and neither because I think that makes me noble
It’s because I’m content knowing I’m not the bad guy
Because I get satisfaction from showing him I’m not as low
Because I feel an achievement not to fall into temptation of revenge
and because I find superiority in not paying back
One thing for sure, though
My ego enjoys it
To all of you and especially to one particular person who is loudly self-claimed as my friend,
…if you’re lucky enough with your head to get it. 
Love,
Réza.
