Fake Friends

Do I really have someone to lean on?

Or is it different when I'm gone?

Do they actually treat me as a true friend?

Or do they kill me when the lights go dim?

The truth is a hard thing to come by

When all my friends seem to be fakers

They all laugh at me while I cry

Forget trying to be the peacemaker

This poem is about: 
Me

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