Fake

This a poem i wrote for a school project

Fake is walking with your head in the clouds
Full of smiles
But not proud
Suffering so it seems from different scenes
but plays the same thing
Confused in a mess
Such stress
Going through circumstances
But is it I playing the funk
Or you who has the bad luck?
Fake
What is Fake?
Is it you, the every day face from school, the streets ,or people I meet?
Or is it those rocking material things and not caring for what matters?
I personally dont care
Cause thats not me
Though day to day expressions is what I see
To hide criticism going on outside
And covering it underneath.