What I'm Best At

Faking happiness is what I'm best at,
Every time you ask me if I'm okay,
I lie,
All this turmoil inside,
Fuck you,
You'll never understand this situation I'm in.

I tell you that you make me happy,
Surprise,
Another lie,
Don't trust me,
My life is a whirlwind of despair,
And I'm a compulsive liar.

If you ignored the fake smiles,
And bitter laughs,
Maybe you would figure out how much I'm hurting,
Don't tell me you understand,
We'd all know that it's a lie,
I'm on my fucking own.

Lie to my face,
Stab me in the back,
It's all been done before,
I won't feel a thing,
At least that's what you like to believe,
Get some balls and face reality.