Should I be smiling

carefreely, 

or should I be worrying

anxiously?

Should I be sweating

nervously,

or should I be jumping

excitedly?

I'm living each day with a

sense of confusion,

Is there a right way to

livey or is it all a

delusion?

I look at others with a

sense of amusion,

How are they smiling,

trapped in this illusion?

It's a mystery for some,

for some there's clarity.

For some it's all different,

for some there's similarity.

From the hate we've felt,

to the love we have shown...

It could all be fake,

until it's cover is blown.

And till the end of our day, we

remain unknown

Of the fact that how ignorant

we have grown.