Fake

Fake is walking with your head in the clouds
Full of smiles
But not proud
Suffering so it seems from different scenes
but plays the same thing
Confused in a mess
Such stress
Going through circumstances
But is it I playing the funk
Or you who has the bad luck?
Fake
What is Fake?
Is it you, the every day face from school, the streets ,or people I meet?
Or is it those rocking material things and not caring for what matters?
I personally dont care
Cause thats not me
Though day to day expressions is what I see
To hide criticism going on outside
And covering it underneath.