Who Would Stay and Who Would Go?

A thousand friends here and there
Sharing nothing more than embellished stories
And half-hearted chuckles-
Grins that don't quite sparkle
Behind that painted smile
Lies your troubled soul

If those hundreds of friends knew
Would they still be there for you?
If they saw the shadows dimming your laughing eyes
Would they turn away and feed you lies?
If you teetered on the brink of madness
Would they shove you down the dark abyss?

Are your friends mere acquaintances?
Never diving through the smiling surfaces?

Of the billions in this world
Of the thousand you call friend
If the truth they come to know
Who would stay and who would go?