In a world of masks and screens,
Where reality's not what it seems,
We hide behind a perfect facade,
But inside, we feel so flawed.

Why do we feel so fake?
Lost in a charade we can't shake,
Yearning for truth, but afraid to show,
The real emotions we long to know.

We paint our smiles, hide our tears,
Suppressing doubts, conquering fears,
But deep down, we crave connection true,
To be ourselves, not someone new.

Caught in the web of expectations,
Striving for flawless presentations,
Yet authenticity holds the key,
To break free and just be.

Why do we feel so fake?
Trapped in roles we can't forsake,
Seeking genuine bonds, yet we pretend,
Hoping for a world where masks can mend.

So let's embrace our flaws and scars,
For that's what makes us who we are,
cuthenticity, our guiding light,
In a world that often feels too bright.