Friends?

Do they really now what they say?
Do they even care about feelings?
Are they doing this in spite
Or is this how they really are?

I'm not sure what to believe anymore
I know I shouldn't care
But actions speak bigger then words
But words are a greater impact

When I stare at all of those
Who I once new along my road
I think were they really real?
Were they my real friends?

Then I look back at the past
The parties, drinking, and words said
I realize that they never were
Just faces I've seen dailly

Apart of the crowd
Circling around like little creatures
Waiting for their next prey

Forget these so called friends
I shouldn't even want to know them