Fake Friends (a Poem)

Fake Friends

In the garden of life, true friends are the flowers,
And fake friends are the weeds that devour.
They wear a mask of deceit, their charm is their shield,
Promising sunshine but frost is what they yield.

They whisper sweet nothings, pretend to care,
But when storms arrive, they're never there.
Like shadows in the night that fade with the light,
When you need them most, they're out of sight.

So here's to the friends, the true and the bold,
Whose hearts are pure and whose actions are gold.
For in the end, it's the genuine ties that defend,
And the fake ones, like weeds, we must apprehend.