Friends?

Friends?
Is that a masquerade we are supposed to wear?
Or a status you prefer rather than strangers?
But what difference does it make?
Silence is the word.
The word we treat each other with.
Why?
Am I such a monster?
Which you fear to approach to?
Am I such an alien?
Whom you can't communicate to?
Friends?
Have you treated me so?
With sadness and cold glare?