Birds of a Feather

They are all the same person.
I don’t know how I didn’t see.
They aren’t the nicest I’ve met;
They were never nice to me.
No one spoke out.
No one stood.
No one defended;
No one advocated for my good.
No one broke the silence.
No one confessed.
No one was honest;
With what was I impressed?

How did I ever find such
Rogues and scoundrels charming?
None of them are worthy;
Shame on me for fawning

After bad human beings.