Why is it?

Why is it?

Why is it that we're hated when real.
When others are fake around us,
Yet loved?
I've seen it with my bare eyes.
A man can be hated at first for being real,
Then acts fake after,
for the sex appeal.
Somehow,
The fakeness isn't seen through.
Then the girl is left there wondering how she should feel,
When the man zips up,
Then turns quickly on his heel.
Like he's just had a bad date,
And left her at a meal.
No care for her one bit at all.
Not either her zest.
Nor zeal!
Being real some don't like.
They prefer fake,
As fake is more exciting,
Like riding a 1000cc bike.

For the fake one though,
How easy is their life!
There's no need for them to worry.
No need for any strife.
Telling lies so easily,
Off the tongue they fly.
Yet for the real ones outhere,
They suffer through not telling a lie.
Their honesty will get them nowhere,
If they've done wrong and nothing right.
Or even if innocent,
Sometimes telling the truth will make them not see day or another night.

When we seek the truth though,
The real are who we turn to.
The fake among us get rooted out.
Like a sieve,
They're squeezed through.
Seeding out any injustice,
Through simply telling the truth.
One day,
Fakery will be gone.
Well if the real have their way.
To remove all of fakedom.
Just look at what the fake have caused,
Not just this,
But every kingdom!
We all need to know more truths,
As in them,
We find freedom.

Freedom of speech.
Of who we are.
Freedom to move around the streets,
Without a care.
Free to express ourselves,
In any way that's fair.
Not a hint of fakery to be heard,
Neither here,
Nor there.
Just real words and thoughts to guide us.
For in the whole truth,
We all should place our trust!

Fakery is everywhere though.
Everywhere I look.
Can't we all just be natural,
Instead of copying from out of a book.
Or adding chemicals like MSG,
Into the food we cook.
Making us all feel more hungry and having a thirsty hook.
Needing a drink,
Like you wouldn't before,
Damb Fakery making you feel mistook.
It always helps in this world,
To simply be yourself.
Leaving fiction to lay where it remains,
And should stay,
Right there on the shelf!