Truthful eyes

I can never get away with anything: my eyes give me away - that's a problem. Just by looking at your eyes, people already know if you're truthfully being happy or bluntly playing it out while crying your heart out within. I don't like being asked if I am "okay". Obviously, I am not. So, don't ask me if you already know the answer. Don't ask why because I'm not one to talk. I only observe reality pass me by because it's much more easier watching rather than living it. I get lost in a book because it takes me away. I'm not living my life - but a character's. I lose myself because it's unbearable. I'm so tired of pretending.