Who am I?

Waking up is so difficult.
Not just because the bed is comfy,
of because I went to sleep late last night,
is more the lack of motivation that I have to live a next day.
Do you know how hard it is to go to school each day,
and not know what are you doing there?
Wondering what the fuck are you doing with your life.
Do you know how hard it is to actually go outside and plaster a
fake smile on your face just because you don’t want people constantly
asking you the same question? “Are you okay?…”
Your answer is always yes, so I don’t know why they bother to ask,
when in reality no one cares.
Don’t get me wrong, I love life, and everyone in it,
it’s just that sometimes it is not enough.
Just let me be, things are not the way they used to be,
people only look for me when they need me,
but when I need them, they disappear.
I’ll live another day,
another day of fake smiles, fake laughs, and just a fake life,
because if not, then who am I?


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