Even a smile can be fake.
Laugh can hide a sadness.
Lips can twist the truth.
But the makeup on my face cannot cover up that I am pale.
I sick with the words they say “you’re awful”.
I hungry for something more,
I try to be seen.
But I lose myself on the way there.
In the end, human not being himself.
Cos people prefer lies.
And Lies offer me a life before I had realized.