To fake or not to fake, that's the question

Wax fruits are coming from my trees,
I cry when I feel like laughing,
my sweetest dreams are nightmares,
I fake my smile,
I fake my appetite,
I fake my libido,
I fake my love.

Before believing this is true, I'd better off fake my understanding on how true love could have become nothing.
Or I should fake my belief that love cannot do everything.
Why is it so easier to people to fake it instead of face it?