FAKE

My 1st poem, angry while writing it, don't care if it is grammatically right or wrong.

fake laughs everywhere
awkward looks of pity in their eyes
thinking they are up there
thinking its charity talking to i
not knowing a word might kill
not knowing how it feels as hell
talk talk and talk all you want
yes we have eyes too
but ours are better
it goes all the way through
your face
your heart
your soul
you cant fake it here
not any more
you reached the limit
where i show you the door
respect is what i ask nothing more
if walking would make me like you
am happy with my life thank you