problems

My problems are to much,
I can't handle it anymore,
This time is to bad,
I can do nothing right no more,
Everybody is mad,
Mad at me, but is don't know whatfor,
Someone is telling stories about me,
Stories that aren't true,
I just want that people see,
That i'm not a bad girl that tell something like that,
I hope they believe me someday and appologise to me,
Cause i am feeling sad, everyday more and more,
Every night i am crying in my bed,
And that, only because of them, who are mad,
If i tell it wasn't me, they have to think hard
They have to think if they want to believe me, Those people aren't real friends,
Real friends believe you, and fake friends don't, they use you,
These are my words how i feel right now,
and maybee that 'friends' will think twice the next time!