Why Are We False, When All We Want is Truth

We are never true among anyone nor ourselves

Yet we keep living as if everything is fine

Why do we act as someone that isn't true

Though what is truth

By our terms it is what's right and just

Is that the case though

Why do we live as someone else

When we have the option to be true

Yet all we do is exist

To truly live is to be true with everyone including yourself

Those that choose to live end up outcasted 

Are we even human anymore

But...Who are we to judge other's destiny

What makes us think we can control fate

Where is our credibility to choose our future

When can we stop being who we think we are

Why must we be a lie that runs away from truth

How can we live with ourselves knowing that we are what don't want to be