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?