Simulation

Why am I here,
Why do I see, talk and hear?
Can this life be just a simulation,
As we search for stimulation?
I choose to believe in life after,
I constantly dodge the demon's laughter,
To be human is to think,
To be human is to be on the brink,
Death is always closer than we think,
Why am I here?
Is it to sit and watch others jeer?
It is to hate what I see in the mirror?
I'm only here for a short while,
Better stay strong and smile.