All this world,

Is one big stage,

And we star as mere actors,

In its brilliant plays.

Every face, a pretty smile,

But Is it truly what meets the eye?

 

"We my dear, are best of friends,

 Joy, or despair, 

 I'll be near.

 Cotton clouds,

 Or coarse sand,

 Side by side,

 Hand in hand.

 One day, at last,

 Harsh winds?

 They'll have to pass." 

 

These words,

Are they ever true?

Friendships, If I ever knew,

Are supposedly a facade,

Friendship Is a business,

People come,

And then,

They leave,

Just like that, all 

under the veil of friendship.

 

When time comes,

Those friends,

They'll be gone,

In this world full of heart breaks,

You gotta be Strong,

Cause at the End of the Day,

You will be  Alone.

-N