"friends"

are they really my friends or are they just friends when they wanna be

isn't it all in my head because i mean who wants to be friends with me

it's all a lie

they can't love me if I can't even love myself

it's all in my head they say

I scream and yell at them because I know that whats in my head is right

I know they are fake

they just put a mask on in front of me and take it off when i'm not looking

I know they talk about me behind my back

I know they say things that aret true

they cause pain to me

if they care about me why haven't they done anything

why don't they ask if im ok

why aren't they there when I need them the most

they're only friends when they wanna be

my brain may be messed up but I know it's right when it says you're fake

I mnow it's right when you don't care

my so called friends are fake

my real friends only exsist in my head or on the web

the ones I never get to see

the ones that actually care are my real friends

they leave me constantly

my friends are dead

my friends go behind my back

I have no friends here

they are all in my head

they are all dead

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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