I have so many friends,
but so little trust.
They speak kindly to me,
but when my back is turned the truth is told.
Now I stand here on my own,
even though they surround me.
As I speak they nod and listen,
but when I stop they shrug and scatter.
Friends, ha, what a joke!,
They are more like demons,
hiding and waiting to drag you down
deeper and deeper in the dark,
until you are transformed into one of them.
A "Friend".
