I'm a master of pretending
It seems to be never-ending
The amount of pain I hold in
Disguising what's deep down
To keep people away and locked out
I can't express my feelings so I keep smiling and engaging
It's hard to hold inside these desires that are raging
I don't want anyone to know the real me
As I stand alone very firmly
I can't explain what isn't spoken
These broken feelings and emotions
Don't try to offer any help
I don't want to find a solution
Ive been this way since birth and I have slowly executed
Any weakness or anything that doesn't offer me superior strength
I am a master of pretending
And my ways are never ending
- Author: Rel\'s Requiem (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2017 03:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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