Why ?

Why so complex does it get,
With each passing day?
That we tend to forget,
To live a life full of happiness instead of dismay.

Why do we need to pretend,
And fake a smile suppressing our real emotions,
In front of people we call friends?

Why do we choose to fight our emotional battles all alone,
Separating ourselves from the people
With whom we have grown?

Why can't we be carefree,
Like we were always before?
Expressing what is in our hearts,
And not closing its doors.

They say that it's a part of growing up,
And if it is really so,
Then I wonder,
Why do we even grow?
For we end up giving importance only to our ego.