Fake Poem by Cait Secret

Why do I smile when it's only a fake?
Why do live when it's not for me?
Why am I here if there's no point in living?
Why do I ask the questions there will never be an answer to...?

Why do I laugh? When it's forced.
Why do I smile? When it's only for show.
Why am I happy? When the feeling soon goes away
Why do I love? When the feelings aren't real.

Why do I do the 'happy' things? When they are all fake.
When they are all there just to fool those around you.
Why does a friend promise to love you and always be there for you?
When all she'll do is backstab you and let you fall.
Why are these things fake?