Pretending

I've grown out, to deeply resent

How absolutely draining 

It is to pretend 

 

Smile, cheers, social norms 

This boredom 

And it's ugly forms

 

They are interesting 

I guess that's fine

Linen, cotton, spritz lime

 

London, Greece, Paris, sure

Ahead they speak

This show!! is this the cure?

 

Here's my time

That was solely mine

I offered it again, zero price

 

Hoping they'd tell me how

This can end easy

Or atleast, get better now

 

Oh! but nothing appears true

My creased dress

And intentions turning blue 

 

Loneliness!! don't bring me here please 

 I can't breathe

This exhausting breeze.

 

-Al