Life runs

Selfish, mean, jerk,
What is next?
I don't care?
They say I love'em,
then I hate'em.
Their words run on emotions.

They give me the eye.
They give me the smirk.
What they don't give me,
is a smile and a wee!
Their actions run on emotions.

They announce our echos.
Turn my jokes into criticisms.
I get very little respect.
brightness is turn to dark tragic.
Faks are the emotions.

Worse of all.
What's the truth?
What's just emotions?
I want to be good.
My life function on faks, alone.

*when people get mad they just say things*