Some of my friends think I'm pretty cool,
But personally I just think I'm a fool.

I put on a mask for my daily life,
The real me just can't deal with the strife.

I try to befriend all of the girls and guys,
Changing my emotional appearance with lies.

Sometimes I feel as though it makes me strong,
Pretending all the time just to get along.

It's one of few things I don't get tired of,
Giving off a facade of unconditional love.

Maybe I do this solely for me,
Pretending to be the man I want to be.

Perhaps that's not the case at all,
As with diminutive effort, I still don't fall.

Suppose I pretend to be what they want of me?
I imitate the person they want to see,
Its odd to think that it comes naturally.

So this leaves me pondering my actions and motivation.
An internal fray that leads to mental evasion.
The avoidance not turned by logic or persuasion.
Over time this has left an emotional abrasion.

Who, then, Am I?
Am I just a lie?
Or a real guy?