I hate to just pretend
I'm tired
I've pretended all
Pretended to be smart for my mom
Pretended to be perfect so my sister would have a positive example to follow
Pretended to be ok for all those who hate
Pretended that as I cut into my vein I was ok
That it didn't hurt
I bled and I bled
Blood and tears stained my shirt
And all that I could think was
"I have to pretend"
"I'm ok"
"I'm fine"
As I looked up and saw my face
My mask running down, uncovering the real me
The one who had been suffering so deep for so long
" I'm ok, all I have to do is pretend"


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