They smile, you smile skeptically. 

They laugh, you join in to hide the suspicion or to make them think everything is okay. They only come around when they want something. Money. 

They only come around when they need you but they never come to see how you're doing, not even a hello. Selfish. 

They talk about you when you're not around and have no clue what is there and who is where. Backstabbers.

Hell, do they even know anything? They swear they all do. But, why? What's the point?  At what prize is there to be won? Loss of friendship? A new enemy to gain? Envy? Not from me. 

I still don't understand. 

There is no real explanation, reason. It's a hobby to entertain the miserable life they have. So, I sit and laugh because no matter what is said, I'm still the happy one. 

They don't want you in their business but they want to know all about yours. You mention their name and they're ready to fight. In a moment like this, can I put up my fists? Shame. 

Again, what's the point? It won't solve anything unless you're hoping for a record with your name on it, then you're the one in the wrong. Why entertain their miserable life? Sorry, I'm too busy. 

Why do the favor of making the abuse more entertaining for them?  The Hunger Games.

Let them suffer. They will only hurt themselves. May the odds forever be in your favor. 

People in this world will forever talk but you can't fight the world. You don't know the world and most of the world doesn't know you but they swear they do. Looks may be deceiving. 

They are all, no good. 

We are all, some good. 

Even the better ones sin. Hypocrites?  We just all sin differently, ones worse than others. 

We are all no good.