To live a lie

To live a lie
would it be so bad
and give you nightmares
and drive you mad
so eloquently placed in a delicate way
to have to live your life a certain special way
would it be so bad to blind yourself from the truth
if the truth is what gives you such pain
why?
wouldn't you be happy to wake up every morning seeing only what you want to see
wouldn't you be so passionately moved by hearing only what you wanted to hear
couldn't you fool yourself and throw reality away
not caring about any worries that the realm of truth bestows upon you
why can't we all just live a life in a manner thats going to make us happy?
why must we always be brought back down to earth by selfish criticism
why must we not allow ourselves to live the life we want to live
why must we depend on those we love to love us back
why must what I write in this poem be so overrated
why can't we just pull a truth over our eyes and blind ourselves to what the world, as I see it, takes away.