Sonnet 1

Every day is a charade,
People always out to act fly,
I’ve haven’t come across the sane,
Life is just a lie,
Why are we here?
Perhaps to play a part,
In this on and off world so unfair,
I just want to depart,
Myself from it all,
Needless,
This decent, this fall,
Clueless,
As too what happens next,
I’m deprived without rest.