Description: It's a little short. Maybe I'll add to it later.
The World's Hypocrisy -------------------------------------------
How many scientists
Do you think it would take,
That everyone's fake?
They fake their smiles
They fake their laughter
And what makes them free.
They're always trying
To be what someone else is.
Never what's hers,
And never what's his.
They think it a crime
To be who they are.
It's a shame that these people
Will never get far.
They will ever be locked
In the prison inside.
All because they were scared,
Too scared to have tried.
I've never been fake
neither has my brother
(who doesn't exist)
besides, you're another...
This has nothing to do with daily awkwardness; it has to do with the perpetual mask wearers who can never be honest with anyone, least of all themselves. The world's hypocrisy would probably best be defined as its lack of realization that it doesn't always have to be perfect. There is room for mistakes.
A very true subject, but equally I have to agree with Someones Epiphany that you appear to be setting yourself up on the high ground and looking down at everyone elses short comings. We are all fakes, sometimes because it's easier for us to pretend everything is ok, and that we don't really hate someone. Sometimes to avoid giving offense to someone that you care about. Everyone puts a mask up to the world, showin only what society wants to see because otherwise you just put yourself up for abuse.
Poem structure wise, very few issues, the line 'To be what someone else is', could possibly do with one less syllable to fit in properly, but that's just nit picking on my part. My only other comment would be the repeated use of fake, you could get a better effect by losing the repetitive style that you have with that word.
its too easy to fake interest for the sake of niceity. its too easy to smile when you feel like hell because explaining why you feel like hell is completely impossible and also very out of the question.
some times there are good reasons for faking.
i think the narrative voice in this piece sounds a little pretentious. as if you are standing there with a big stick and being god and judging everyone for the things theyve done wrong...
have you ever had a moment of being fake?
if so then it would be hard to stand there and tell me that fakeness will lock me away.
thing is... there are times we try to be open/real/honest and in those time we leave ourselves so open and so vulnerable and sometimes people take advantage of our weakness and vulnerability. if this happens we then see no reason why we should be anything other than what others want us to be.
and yet i can see where you are coming from in writing this piece. because if everyone is always so fake and no one is true to themselves then how can you trust anyone and how can you build a real relationship built on honesty and truth...?
so while this piece comes across as pretentious i can completely see where you are coming from and what could have inspired you to write it.
i would think about replacing the word 'fake' for something else in a coupla places because i think there is potential for 'fake' to be overused throughout this piece which would decrease the effect you have on the reader by the end.
"How many scientists
Do you think it would take,
That everyone's fake?"
None! .... I'm a hypocrite, everyone I know is, and everybody else is too! ... But you can't deny that those who aren't hypocrites are social outcast and will suffer in their life .
So what if u faked a smile to someone u hate, you never know when you'll need that person, so what if u faked to be someone else! Don't u think that the persons who do that aren't comfortable with who they really are and that they prefer to be somebody else than to live in depression and regret of being born?! ...I'm not defending hypocrisy , I'm just saying that it's normal to be that way , we made it normal , we made it unacceptable to be ourselves when we put standards on our height weigh words and life ... we all contribute in that , I'm not gonna write a comment how pple should change and that I'm better than those who are hypocrites , coz by that I would be 100% a hypocrite ... I'm fine with the way I am ... I'm a hypocrite but only with strangers ...so that makes me a 50 % one i guess .
Good write although I don't agree with it.
But we're all guilty of it, that's the irony / punchline of the not-very-funny-joke.
We've all faked interest when people tell us stuff about their lives but we're too busy worrying about our own selfish sh1t we nod along intently like we're absorbing every word.
We've all faked a cheery "hello" to someone whom we have disliked but who has said hello first.
It's there all the time - like it or not - either in a big "my whole life's a lie" way, or a "say nice things to not particularly nice people in order to be courteous and not have a fight every 2 mins " way.
We're all fakers. Faking, in one way or the other, makes the world go round. It makes for a quieter, more tactful and generally a much easier life.
We've all lied, we will all continue to lie, to ourselves and to each other, and generations henceforth will continue thus.
This is especially true of people in America, I think. When I walk the streets here I'm bombarded by smiles from strangers, like some sort of obligatory task. I think different societies have different levels of 'faking it' because of the difference in morality. For instance, if you walk a street in Russia, Russians won't smile at you; they won't pretend to be amused by someone they've never met. I think it's because of expectations. Here it seems everyone is expected to be nice to everyone else. I hear a lot of behind the back talking in classes a lot, but no one ever says anything to their face. My friend went to prom and a girl commented how nice her dress looked, then turned around and hadn't even walked two steps when my friend was in the stall and told her girl friend how ugly she thought the dress really was (RIGHT by my friend's boyfriend who was sitting outside the door waiting). People are fake, everyone knows it. Thanks for writing something about the subject; it's not touched on enough.