A true poem about how mechanical we people really are. I think we most of the time fake for many reasons, we try to make things better by faking it, to show others that we are alright, because the reality might be too painful or shameful to show. I like how you have ended the poem, with a question that answers itself, we can only be freed if we accept and admit our problems to people who will not judge or criticize us but accept us as we are and help us out. Your poem made me think about a lot of things, a lot of people I've met and mainly about myself, how fake am I really?
Overall:
A very good poem so I am giving it 5 stars.
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