Pretending
© 2020 Iony Smith
And now I pretend, how happy I am not
how angry I won't reveal
the empathy I have not to
give
Pretending to know what feelings
I have
only to wonder what I'd do if I did
how naive to think it
could be different
Pretending that it will be okay
when that's all I can say without breaking
elusive has become better
than feeling the pain
Pretending the morning will
make it all better
yet not wanting to go to bed for fear it may
not
dulled yet with wounds
stinging from salty tears
Pretending I can appease my
disappointments with candor
bending a piece to fit in the puzzle I can't
complete
tonight I'm trying not to
pretend
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