I question the meaning of friendship,
Right down to its very core.
I believed that a friend must give,
But my 'friends' thought to simply take more.

Nothing but an afterthought,
My 'friends' leave me in the dust.
Care must be optional to them,
I thought it was a must.

When they are sad, they talk to me,
Because I'll try to make it right.
But when they are happy, they forget I exist.
Which for me means another lonely night.

Maybe the problem simply is me,
For not knowing my 'friends' weren't true.
And those who know me reading this,
Chances are, I'm talking about you.