Real Life & Fake Dreams

Someone asked me to write something happy and I never thought I could do it and so I thought to the reasons why not, this is what came to mind:

You request me to capture your smile,

As the sweet comfort of sun light caress it warm,

Bringing out your full lush lips;

The divine redness of such a rose is born with.

And yet, it's not real to me,

Seeming more like a vague fantasy

Rather then a pleasant memory.

I carry lies in what I speak,

Believing earnestly it's true,

We all do.

And for there to be such radiant happiness to survive;

be real,

Then why can't I take out your requests:

To capture your smile.

Inside I watch,

As the world about me seems to run away.

Unable to discharge this emptiness inside,

That's apart of me;

A void of being lost and lonely.

Sick to be confused

And striving for the answers,

But always appearing out of reach.

I can't accept life as being real,

In doing so,

I be discrediting my dreams being fake.