For who is trust-worthy

There seemed to be a conflict stirring between friends,
Whether I am in trouble or not it seemed to depend,
On the fact that I had done something wrong,
According to my allies, I didn’t belong.

I ask them,” What thoughts dwell in your mind”,
They didn’t seem to listen, but stabbed me from behind.
What have I done that this is how it would be,
They said nothing but `get away from me’.

I walked away in silence feeling distraught and alone,
I did nothing but I wanted to go home.

The next day at school, i avoided the ones who blamed,
To chat with my real friends, who are never the same,
We have times of joy and sadness,
But his doesn’t stop us from our ravaging madness,
But they are who they are, that cannot be changed,
We are best friends and that’s what matters most...

“Real friends stab you in the front”