Alternate reality

Mother, you asked me just last night
To describe my friends, to shed some light

I shed the light, but cast shadows too
And the things that I told you were only half true

First there's friend A, star football jock
Drunk driving crash, now he can't even walk

Then there's friend B, top of the class
She's a heroine addict, can no longer pass

Next is friend C, best of all in the choir
Took up smoking last month, now her vocals tire

Then comes friend D, cheer captain loved by all
Pregnancy positive, she's not seen in the hall

Finally, there's friend E, painter of acclaimed skill
Starving artist indeed, bulimic and ill

Are you pleased with the perfection you see?
And if shaped by one's friends, what must I be?