Friends are suppose to be the people who love you br to comfort you in your times of distress br and lead you from your misguided steps br and bring you up when your depressed br br But what if these friends don't know who you are br they never look deep enough to find out br just what makes you, you br because they are only caring about there whereabouts br br These people stay at your house br and appear to care for you br but when you look deep down they have no trust for you br everyone is trying to see how they can benefit themselves br br They speak behind your back br about misguided thoughts from lack of information br 'she must be a naughty girl' or 'how could she do this' br trivial thoughts is all they see br br Deep down no one really knows me br and everyday it pains me to believe br that apart of me leaves br when no one sees the real me br br What hope lies in these friends br or better yet maybe the aren't quite friends br maybe just maybe br they are acquaintances.