why do i smile at people i’d much rather kick in the face?

why do i laugh at things that aren’t funny?

why do i say things that aren’t true?

why do i pretend the things they say don’t bother me?

why do i say i hate you when really i love you?

why do i act like i know what you’re talking about?

why do i lie when i know you want the truth?

why do i like you despite how you hate me?

why do i care what you think?

why do i do things for you when i know you don’t give a damn about me?

why do i try to please you when you can’t be pleased?

why do i act like someone i’m not?