Pretending

Am I alive?

Or am I pretending to be?

It is only questions I have,

of who I am to be.

Does mankind pretend,

as what they are taught to be?

Is it really unsound,

If it makes you happy?

Are they doing it,

just to fit in?

Are wrists slit,

because they can't fit in?

Am I pretending to write this,

Cause she's into poetry?

Or am I doing this,

with the hope that she likes me?

Is she really bubbly,

when she see's me?

Or is it all just a facade,

through which I don't see?

Can it all just stop,

and let me live a gypsy?

For I am tired,

of all this infidelity.

Am I pretending?

Or am I just living?

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edit: Pardon me for I am unable to figure the formatting out. It is unusually different from other subreddits i have posted on.