Friend or Faux

I’m here to address a forest of plaques that state,
«There's nothing as precious as a friend.»
I’ve had encounters with the beast that will stick with me
'Til the end.
They’ll approach you when you’re unaware, or vulnerable,
Or in despair;
Like when you’re home, alone at night. They’ll slither in Asking you questions about your life.
«F"is for the forceps I need to get the truth out of your mouth.
«R"is for how you raped me, and it felt good.
«I""E"stands for example taking the only think I care
about in the whole world and saying it’s yours.
«N""D"stands for now I’m independent.
And when they’ve got you in a trance, they’ll take
What you’ve got through their hypnotic glance,
But if you’re strong, and don’t give in, their coiled
Embrace will break. They’re such a friend.
«F"is for all the faces that you own (Hint; More than one).
«R"is for what a really, really, really big coward you are.
«I""E"stands for example being disgustingly nice to my face,
then going out and speaking ill of me behind my back.
«N""D"stand for now dammit, that’s a friend.
You thought I’d be easy prey, but I am too well-armed.
You thought you could take what’s me,
But I caught you off-guard