My life-The Pretender


My life is Intoxicating

It’s so misleading

It can be frustrating

I guess I’m still debating on whether my life is worth hating.


My life is so demanding and friends

Are not so understanding

They think I got it so easy

And shouldn’t be complaining about living a life that's so damn draining  

I feel like I’m being suffocated

With pressure that is weighting on my chest

I’m filled with so much hatred.


I don’t know how long I can take this

I’m tired of pretending that my life is so prefect

When deep down I feel like my life is so worthless or aren’t worth shit.


Friends look at me as being Miss Prefect

It’s like my innocence is being taking all over again

I really thought I could get pass this

If I just blocked it in my thoughts and stay focus

But they don’t understand that I feel used and hopeless

Honestly they don’t know shit

I’m tired of pretending like I don’t have problems.


And there is no one that can solve them

I’m ready for my mine to be put at ease

So I can start working on being ''ME"

I’m just so tired of pretending

I no longer want to felt this hurt.


When I don’t want to be known as a pretender

There are a lot of things I kept hid

Like me being raped as a young kid

Starving myself like back then

Cutting my wrists like were best friends                                           

Pretending is so fucking exhausting

When I’m dealing with shit that still haunts me.








This poem is about: 
My family


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