Fake

Why do I even bring that fake smile outside. I know that the moment I get back home it will disappear?
Why do I trust people, when I should have already learned that people can not be trusted?
Why do I let myself end up like this? Broken, lonely and uneasy.
Why won't I ever learn from my mistakes?
Why do I keep on?

Pseudonym

Some people are there to stay, and some are just passing by.
How do you know which ones are your real friends?
They are the ones who stick around when you stop being the person you thought they wanted you to be.