Very modern philosophy

Pretending to have my shit together
online for people I won't see IRL
Sometimes I think I agree with Sartre
That other people are hell
But maybe it isn't their fault
And the problem lies with me
Lack of sleep, money and love
​​social anxiety
idk what the answer is
Maybe I'm afraid to ask?
To dig too deep, to look and see
What hides behind the mask
The one that I wear every day
To pretend that I'm alright
U ok hun? Doesn't help
It's meaningless and trite
And anyway, if someone asked
I'd just say I was fine
Just lol it off and pretend
I wasn't lying all the time
One day soon perhaps
I'll feel joy again
But it won't be today, and probably not tomorrow
So I'll continue to pretend