Fake world

All are projecting that they are the happiest fellows 

They don't have any sorrow, any repentance 

They are the free birds 

They are free from all kinds of pain and strain

But the reality says 

All are wandering in a fake world

All are nurturing their pain secretly 

So that they will not be susceptible to criticism in the materialistic world

All have depression, all have frustration 

But still all are pretending as they are happy

All have the hidden missing, hidden affliction 

All have created their own fake world 

And all are endeavoring to be cheerful with these fake possessions.