When people joke about me,
I join them and mock me,
But sometimes they can just be mean,
Very mean,
It is painful,
I try to not make my emotions  seen,
This puts a question in my mind,
R these people true friends,
Or are these people just lying,
R they the friends I'll miss when I leave?,
R they the going to miss me?,
R they the people I put on my trust,
Or being with them is a must?,
R they the people on whome I can lean?,
But they r so mean,
I'm angry and I sound mean too,
But how can I doubt those people who,
have been,
There for me when life was mean,
Not everyone are  friends,
But there is always someone,
With whome my adventure ends,
And that's my true friend!