Is this love?

Is this love,
Being the person that's always all alone?
Having "friends",
That rip and tear at you the second they have a chance?

Is this love,
Having your parents hurt you?
Being the one,
That gets hurt for who they are?

Is this love,
Not joking with people who care?
Are the people I do have,
Truly the ones who do?

Is,
That,
Love?