Wrong Track

I trusted them because I was blind, I followed them because I had no way to find, I chit chatted because I was alone, I laughed on their dirtiest jocks because they were a clown. My friends made me smile when I was sad, And it was all okay when they were bad, For all moments I left, I was back, But shortly I recognized I was at a wrong track! A track is something on which a train runs, My life is something which made me run! From east to west or north to south, I realised my mistake which I'd lately caught! They were so mean and they'd been, Nobody trusts me but I had seen those scenes, The way they used to paint my heart black, Scarcely I agreed, I was on a wrong track! I shuddered on being on this way, My keen to leave them on April or May, They made uses of me, me like smarty, But soon I found them successful but also guilty. I thought of a way which I unexpectedly got, Best and fake friends are surely caught, The photo frames which are on my rack, Still memorises me, I was on a wrong, wrong track!