people around seem to live perfect lives. or is it perfect lies? not everyone who wears a smile has a perfect life. some would argue such life doesn't exist. at the end of the day most people are exhausted at playing the role that they put themselves into. what if we didn't hide how we felt inside? what if we stopped for a second in our everyday lives and see the truth behind the lies? that no one has a perfect life but lives a broken lives... ( poetry)