Let’s play a game of pretend
To see who will win in the end.
You can pretend you love your kids and your wife,
Then tell everyone there is no strife.
You can pretend the hits don’t happen and the insults aren’t rife,
And I will pretend I hate my knife.
Here’s a deal: let's keep pretending we have a perfect life.
Isn’t this fun? I know how you hate suffering shame,
So let’s keep quiet and keep playing the pretend game.
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When the Silence is Broken
Poesía*Originally called Unspoken Thoughts* Here is a collection of unspoken thoughts as poems and written works. Pretty much any piece of writing I have that isn't necessarily a novel. Some sad, happy, others angry and upset. It is your choice to read t...
