Friends like you

Welcome to my home.
Hell behind the screen.
People I've met with stories to tell.
friendships I make anew.
Can't see through the glass,
unless you I skype, don't want
to do that .
Still I see and feel the sadness
up on the faces of my faraway friends?
Feel the tears leaving their trace?
imagine the red glowing eyes
behind this laptop screen,
sadness upon their shoulders, weighing them down
In these faces I can not see touch or feel,
I connect open my hand, stretch my fingers
and begin this friendship thing,
Not to be abused or lied to,
not to be treated as a joke, and ridiculed

Thats when I become the one
behind the screen with tears streaking down
giving you my heart strings
for you to play your stupid tune.
smiles hidden behind my mask.
A smile, so hidden its forgotten how to smile
emotions and feelings hidden so deep in my heart.
a team of archaeologists would need to dig and find.
my blue eyes turn red, what a waste of a life
Yet my friends hide behind masks
masks of emptiness.
masks of cold.
masks as hard as gold.
masks full of the lies told.
Look behind your red eyes.
You will see what wants to cry.
You will see an Angel fly.
You will see a wounded heart die.
You will see, an Angel behind a Demons eye.
so long farewell so called friends of mine
friends like you I can do without.