Faker #1, Faker #2, we all fake a bit sometimes

Why do you feel like you have to act like this around me?

You filter out words, sentences, looking me in the eye but not talking,

Deciding which words to keep

Before you speak.

I try to impress you, try to make you enjoy my company. 

I feel so stupid, with you right next to me

I sputter out phrases and try to get some empathy

Telling bad jokes to make you like who I try to be.

Why are we both so fake?

Maybe if we were real, we'd laugh at our mistakes

Instead, we drown each other in sweetness

Hiding our real persona, as if we're more than this. 

I've faked with you so much

That I don't even know 

Who I am anymore.

You've played the game, too

And you're just

As confused.