expose me true please.

All the smiles and laughter, nothing but fake.
I find it hard to display true emotion,
Except for when I'm alone. Why?
I've asked myself many times.
Fear.
Fear of the uncertainty.
Fear of the reaction.
Fear of the rejection.
Fear is always at the heart.

Every moment, I think of it.
Everywhere I go, I see it.
I can't get it out of my head.
Such a waste, such a waste.
Destiny, they call her.
The living lie.

The meaning of life, now I've found,
Leaves you behind, on the ground.
Knowing it makes you feel miserable,
Killing yourself is the only way out.

Existence is nothing but a word,
That shows our desperation to prove our worth.
It doesn't matter if I exist or not,
Its better if I didn't though, even in thought.