Concerns and confessions

Lying on my bed alone,
Crying tears of hate.
Talking to my closest friend,
wow, its getting late.

According to their lonely minds,
It's not OK to be so near.
But the ending of a friendship,
Is my one and only fear.

Petty little insults,
Thrown each others way.
Never a thought of how the words:
'I'm sorry' could go astray.

These are never face to face,
So anything can be said.
None of us are really sure,
What war of words lie ahead.

People siding with each other,
attacking with dislike and detest.
Mainly the people who think,
They are better than the rest.

It's going to end in tears, I'm sure,
That friendships will be wrecked,
While some may grow more stronger.
But the one they are trying to wreck the most,
Will be taunted and teased no longer.