My world

In this world of pretence.
No love.
No friend.
Fake smile.
Guilty conscience.
Trying for the sake of trying,
So much unseen bruises on our back.
Loner at sunset,
Virtual friend at sunrise.
The unfelt pain rhymes with a tasteless joy.
I don't know if we do exist;
Maybe I shall just quit.
"It shall be well" is just to keep us in the loosing routine.
The only thing that is certain, is that we all know it is a lie.
WE ARE JUST A GROUP OF GUILTY CONSCIENCE PEOPLE WITH A SMILEY FACE.