Pretend
The lonely eyes stared in disbelief
at the horror they were beholding
All the nightmares and grief
like a heavy weight they were building
The shadows all held their secrets,
no matter how he strained to see
They all were pressing down, closer to grief,
closer to ruin, closer to the edge was he
The daggers of his thoughts ripping through his flesh
The memories he could see so clearly,
as he sunk lower and lower; defiantly he tried his best,
but couldn’t find the piece of mind that he wanted dearly
He pretends to smile; he pretends to breath
He pretends everything is okay, and pretends to get along
Pretends that he’s in control, pretends everything he says
isn’t all pretend; he pretends his smile isn’t gone
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