We all pretend to be ok
To feel fine
To be wanted
We pretend we don't see
All of the lies
The backstabbing
The have
We pretend like we are happy
No need to worry
I am done playing pretend
We should be who we are
The good
The bad
And the ugly
That is just who we are
Who we will be
So why
Why are you
Still pretending
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Short Stories Of The Depressed
PoesiaJust some poems from a depressed soul trying to find an outlet. If you have any ideas you would like me to write about and I can try my best to deliver.
