Lie

Lie upon lie. Piles of lies that have shaped lives.
"I am fine" was a lie told to make a person perhaps happy.
The fundamental of them is to make other people happy and contented, to show that you are what they think or want. Most of the time they slip out of our mouths just because of people's curiosity and expectation while we are what we are and independent and have basically no responsibility towards them. They could be avoided if we tried to remain we, if we didn't want to endear ourselves to everybody we find adorable.
It is really wearing me out longing to have a decent image in your eyes. Why is this?
Why is there all lies?
As I walked down the twilight street all I saw was lie, on the right a shop called lie, on the left people, an old ragged man looking into his sack, a little further behind him a transparent looking young girl pointing at either sky or the skyscraper-it was indistinguishable-,behind me was just wind shaking the trees making them drop their leaves and some boys unable to play in this wind,a brick blowing over from an old wall by the force of the wind and the dust that made it hard for us to see.
In the front, silhouette opposite the sunshine, a figure with long hair hanging sideways, breasts unusually big stretched a hand(tiny little delicate one) towards me and with a masculine voice said "I want to give you a hand, stand up, wake up it is spring."