Are we genuinely happy?

Am I genuinely happy?
Or am I trying so hard to make other people think that I am happy?

Am I rich?
Or am I trying to look rich just to impress others?

Am I at peace with myself?
Or am I just faking it in front of other people?

Who are we living for?
Who are we trying to impress?
Why are we so afraid of being real?
Why do we feel the need to prove ourselves to others?
Why do we long for other people's approval?
Why do we allow ourselves become the prisoner of other people's opinions?