Simple: you are faking, and sadly, so am I. What are we afraid of, anyway? Discovering our true selves? Revealing our deepest desires? And I’ve run out of words and time…
She always wore those eyelashes. For the longest time I thought that it was just her ego trip that was causing her to stop at the nearest Walgreens every Saturday morning to buy those crazy things, but then I found out different when I saw her grandmother in the casket.
The beauty. Oh how I relished and relinquished it. I would lie in my bed and dream of it. It wasn’t until later in my life that I realized how fake this beauty was. I was fifteen, and I realized imagination is just as pretend as the boogie monster.
lies decivieing
the very being of our youth
gravitate towards bitter loneliness only to be covered with REAL.
deny our very grace with a simple phrase
so so fake you truly are
there’s an irony deeper than you can understand.
Everyone says wrestling is fake. It’s the one “F” word that truly aggrevates and offends me. If wrestling is so fake, then someone should tell Darren Drozdov to stand up, that his parallysis isn’t real. That Owen Hart isn’t really dead. The word fake really pisses me….
You’re so fake. You try to convince them all, but you can’t. You try to tell us lies, but we won’t believe. We know that it’s all for show. You can’t make yourself look better. You’re just fake like that.
The first thing that comes to mind are those fake smiles.The smile that makes your lips curve upward but doesn’t even touch your eyes.
I wonder why you can’t just talk to me.Instead of always answering,”I’m fine.” That means nothing to me.I don’t want that perfunctory answer.
Crimeny.
Could you just be honest with me?
I wish I could sit down,have a cup of tea with you,and just communicate.
There’s nothing real in this world of mine, nothing to feel in my life sublime. I hate to say this but I guess it’s time, I love to make this poem in rhyme. There’s not much to take for life’s but a fake!
Part of knowing what is truly fake is knowing what is truly real. ‘Fake’ refers to something that is not as it seems, but that is not necessarily false.
You know it’s strange. I think I may actually prefer imitation crab over the real thing. Maybe it’s just because I can actually get the fake stuff at a much lower price. It’s a bit like bootleg cds and movies.
It’s terrible that the first thing I thought of was plastic surgery. But that directly correlates to how fake everyone in Hollywood is. You know, the fake nose goes with the fake personality.
But not everyone is fake. (I’m not being mean to Hollywood peeps, promise)
Go hug your mom. If not your mom, your dog. If not your dog, the sky.
the way you look at me. hungry. under the breath comments. under the table texts. behind their back offers to share your bed. because sleeping next to someone is so much better than sleeping alone. because every other girl had already gone home. your attraction is not real. it’s horribly boring. and that’s why i say no. not because i am afraid… but because you are.
I know a lot of people who could be described as this, they pretend to be something they’re not. They pretend to like people they don’t, they are not real, they do not act humanly. These people are the worst kind of people because you never know what is true from what isn’t.
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It never even occurred to me that she would try and tell me something like that. It was so unbelievable, so undeniably untrue that all I could think when she told me was, you liar. you indescribably inane, selfish, idiotic liar. Did she honestly expect me to believe it? I never would, I never even could. God knows, she’s tried stuff like this before but…not this bad.
i would rather talk about all the things that are real. But i believe that would be a surprisingly short conversation. What is real? what is fake? no one knows
I stare in the mirror for minutes. More than I should. I want to see my soul, the real driving force behind my person. I don’t want to see the exterior of my being anymore, the fake light that radiates. It has to be held within.
shes always hiding , hiding.
hiding behind a mask.
and hes always trying so hard to pull it away,
but old habits die hard.
and she’ll die soon too,
if he doesnt find a way to break
the mask away.
I hate when people act ‘fake’.
you know, when someone trys to act like something they arnt. Then there are the people who try to be ‘original’ but by doing so: they become fake. Fake is stupid. Fake is dead. I hate fake.
in my own point of view pretention is a sinful act that can cause anyone close to you not to trust you anymore.. and i hate prentetious persons… they make me feel stupid.. and they are all FAKE
you are fake you mother fucker, thats right you/ This gay ass fake site that has you write about one fucking world like it means something. Fuckng gay ass site, why o why did i ever stumble upon this fucking piece of shit site. Next stubble better be better this this fucking fake ass site.
plastic lives and monologues
killing kissing liar’s
fumes in splendour burning silver
frames and sarah palin glasses
shame our heartbeats
rest awhile still tide
i was once fake, but now i see that it gets you nowhere. you should never try to be like others, or anything that you wouldnt do. that is fake. dont try. just be. then you will be real. and when you are real, you really live! just DO it! i dare you :P so i still have some time…
Fake are pep[le who say the love you but dont mean it. fake is all the damn preps at school. Fake is when you say you are there for someone bnut really are not. Fake is my dad’s love. Fake is plastic like a lot of people souls. Fake is when you say how u dont feel.
there is a fakeness to life. inside of the cake it is fake. fake a laugh. fake a life. fake a breath. fake it all. sometimes, what is real is fake.
in the evening, I look up stars and wonder if this whole world is fake. if we are living in our own truman show, living in a fake world, breathing fake air, having fake lives and fake wars. fake love and fake hate. are we fighting the fake? or being the fake?
Basically everything about the people I go to school with. I understand you want to look cute and be cool and fit in, but have a fucking personality to boot. Just because you wear a jeweled octopus necklace doesn’t make you special. Just because you smoke Parliaments doesn’t mean you’re smart. Just shut the fuck up and stop being so docile!
It’s a trap! Some people hate when they are fooled. And uh that’s it I guess. I would write more but then it’s just a bunch of random words that would make this seem fake.
like phony, as in not real, as in the inability to truly convey that which is truth. really, you are not able to find a way to verify if the world you expirience is real or fake, so really, you have to assume that it is fake, and therefore you have to assume you are fake.
absolutely horrifying the way they look at me. they’re all false. they’re all disgraceful, the look in their eyes so disturbingly automatic. they judge. they see nothing but plastic, their wrappers crinkle with every move of their clothing, they gleam and shine in the light like every barbie doll on the counter. automatons. all of them.
This is all fake.
None of it is real.
I wish it were, I wish it were.
I wish I could show you what I really am.
what I really am, instead of what I show you. but I show you a pretend thing, a show.
I am a porcelain doll, painted over to show a glossy beautiful face instead of chipped, tarnished china beneath.
I wish I could show you my real self.
some people are fake, i hate fake people – ultimately person just means mask – a real person is a real fake. so we’re all fake, but maybe some of us are just better at it than others. fake with style. fake with grace. learn which mask to wear on friday, and which to wear on sunday. which with your mother, which with your best friend. and most of all – keep it real.
It was fake. His smile was FAKE. His words were FAKE… His hugs were FAKE… his love was FAKE…
Why had this happened to me… I did everything correctly… but no it was FAKE!
Simple: you are faking, and sadly, so am I. What are we afraid of, anyway? Discovering our true selves? Revealing our deepest desires? And I’ve run out of words and time…
She always wore those eyelashes. For the longest time I thought that it was just her ego trip that was causing her to stop at the nearest Walgreens every Saturday morning to buy those crazy things, but then I found out different when I saw her grandmother in the casket.
The beauty. Oh how I relished and relinquished it. I would lie in my bed and dream of it. It wasn’t until later in my life that I realized how fake this beauty was. I was fifteen, and I realized imagination is just as pretend as the boogie monster.
lies decivieing
the very being of our youth
gravitate towards bitter loneliness only to be covered with REAL.
deny our very grace with a simple phrase
so so fake you truly are
there’s an irony deeper than you can understand.
Everyone says wrestling is fake. It’s the one “F” word that truly aggrevates and offends me. If wrestling is so fake, then someone should tell Darren Drozdov to stand up, that his parallysis isn’t real. That Owen Hart isn’t really dead. The word fake really pisses me….
You’re so fake. You try to convince them all, but you can’t. You try to tell us lies, but we won’t believe. We know that it’s all for show. You can’t make yourself look better. You’re just fake like that.
The first thing that comes to mind are those fake smiles.The smile that makes your lips curve upward but doesn’t even touch your eyes.
I wonder why you can’t just talk to me.Instead of always answering,”I’m fine.” That means nothing to me.I don’t want that perfunctory answer.
Crimeny.
Could you just be honest with me?
I wish I could sit down,have a cup of tea with you,and just communicate.
There’s nothing real in this world of mine, nothing to feel in my life sublime. I hate to say this but I guess it’s time, I love to make this poem in rhyme. There’s not much to take for life’s but a fake!
Part of knowing what is truly fake is knowing what is truly real. ‘Fake’ refers to something that is not as it seems, but that is not necessarily false.
You know it’s strange. I think I may actually prefer imitation crab over the real thing. Maybe it’s just because I can actually get the fake stuff at a much lower price. It’s a bit like bootleg cds and movies.
Wait, no it’s not.
It’s terrible that the first thing I thought of was plastic surgery. But that directly correlates to how fake everyone in Hollywood is. You know, the fake nose goes with the fake personality.
But not everyone is fake. (I’m not being mean to Hollywood peeps, promise)
Go hug your mom. If not your mom, your dog. If not your dog, the sky.
fakers suck.
i just want to meet one fucking genuine person in this world.
also, im a hypocrite. fake as a barbie am i.
a perfect world without hypocrites and fakes would still be nice, though
the way you look at me. hungry. under the breath comments. under the table texts. behind their back offers to share your bed. because sleeping next to someone is so much better than sleeping alone. because every other girl had already gone home. your attraction is not real. it’s horribly boring. and that’s why i say no. not because i am afraid… but because you are.
I know a lot of people who could be described as this, they pretend to be something they’re not. They pretend to like people they don’t, they are not real, they do not act humanly. These people are the worst kind of people because you never know what is true from what isn’t.
SEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX sex and more sex. yummy yummy 8======D )
It never even occurred to me that she would try and tell me something like that. It was so unbelievable, so undeniably untrue that all I could think when she told me was, you liar. you indescribably inane, selfish, idiotic liar. Did she honestly expect me to believe it? I never would, I never even could. God knows, she’s tried stuff like this before but…not this bad.
i would rather talk about all the things that are real. But i believe that would be a surprisingly short conversation. What is real? what is fake? no one knows
I stare in the mirror for minutes. More than I should. I want to see my soul, the real driving force behind my person. I don’t want to see the exterior of my being anymore, the fake light that radiates. It has to be held within.
shes always hiding , hiding.
hiding behind a mask.
and hes always trying so hard to pull it away,
but old habits die hard.
and she’ll die soon too,
if he doesnt find a way to break
the mask away.
I hate when people act ‘fake’.
you know, when someone trys to act like something they arnt. Then there are the people who try to be ‘original’ but by doing so: they become fake. Fake is stupid. Fake is dead. I hate fake.
fake is a bitter word.
in my own point of view pretention is a sinful act that can cause anyone close to you not to trust you anymore.. and i hate prentetious persons… they make me feel stupid.. and they are all FAKE
you are fake you mother fucker, thats right you/ This gay ass fake site that has you write about one fucking world like it means something. Fuckng gay ass site, why o why did i ever stumble upon this fucking piece of shit site. Next stubble better be better this this fucking fake ass site.
plastic lives and monologues
killing kissing liar’s
fumes in splendour burning silver
frames and sarah palin glasses
shame our heartbeats
rest awhile still tide
i was once fake, but now i see that it gets you nowhere. you should never try to be like others, or anything that you wouldnt do. that is fake. dont try. just be. then you will be real. and when you are real, you really live! just DO it! i dare you :P so i still have some time…
Fake are pep[le who say the love you but dont mean it. fake is all the damn preps at school. Fake is when you say you are there for someone bnut really are not. Fake is my dad’s love. Fake is plastic like a lot of people souls. Fake is when you say how u dont feel.
there is a fakeness to life. inside of the cake it is fake. fake a laugh. fake a life. fake a breath. fake it all. sometimes, what is real is fake.
in the evening, I look up stars and wonder if this whole world is fake. if we are living in our own truman show, living in a fake world, breathing fake air, having fake lives and fake wars. fake love and fake hate. are we fighting the fake? or being the fake?
Basically everything about the people I go to school with. I understand you want to look cute and be cool and fit in, but have a fucking personality to boot. Just because you wear a jeweled octopus necklace doesn’t make you special. Just because you smoke Parliaments doesn’t mean you’re smart. Just shut the fuck up and stop being so docile!
Not real, Jack is a fake name. Teal is a bogus colour. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm.
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It’s a trap! Some people hate when they are fooled. And uh that’s it I guess. I would write more but then it’s just a bunch of random words that would make this seem fake.
like phony, as in not real, as in the inability to truly convey that which is truth. really, you are not able to find a way to verify if the world you expirience is real or fake, so really, you have to assume that it is fake, and therefore you have to assume you are fake.
That which is what we all are. The depth none of us really feel but we all hope for.
fake plastic trees sung by radiohead. great song and a great band. everyone should listen to radiohead
FAke is class, elegance, regal.
Fake is ever thing that you strive to be, a glowing example of the human experience.
Fake culture is displayed most commonly on MTV.
absolutely horrifying the way they look at me. they’re all false. they’re all disgraceful, the look in their eyes so disturbingly automatic. they judge. they see nothing but plastic, their wrappers crinkle with every move of their clothing, they gleam and shine in the light like every barbie doll on the counter. automatons. all of them.
This is all fake.
None of it is real.
I wish it were, I wish it were.
I wish I could show you what I really am.
what I really am, instead of what I show you. but I show you a pretend thing, a show.
I am a porcelain doll, painted over to show a glossy beautiful face instead of chipped, tarnished china beneath.
I wish I could show you my real self.
CAPSLOCK IS FAKE ANGER ISN’T IT? IT’S MEANT TO SIMULATE YELLING, IT JUST ADDS RIDUCILOUSNESS. THAT’S WHAT BEING FAKE IS RIDICULOUS.
some people are fake, i hate fake people – ultimately person just means mask – a real person is a real fake. so we’re all fake, but maybe some of us are just better at it than others. fake with style. fake with grace. learn which mask to wear on friday, and which to wear on sunday. which with your mother, which with your best friend. and most of all – keep it real.