Behind Closed Doors

Days are spent showing others how it would be like to have the perfect life and the nights are spent are spent living the life that is a far fetch from a perfect life...

What would it be like to live a life where you won't need to pretend to always be happy?With the fear that with every laugh there will be dire consequence of days of tears?Is it normal to have a a life of constant lying that it becomes too much to a point of suffocation?Well that's something I'll never know the answers to any of those questions because well most of the time I can't even differentiate the lies from the truth anymore.There is just too many that its just hard to keep up now days.So, I just go through the motion of life like a spectator of an amazing yet tragic and miserable movie, of my life.