I'm good at pretending.
Good at twisting, turning, preventing the truth from being shown and known.
I'm good at saying I'm over you.
Good at lying, denying, never tell, never do.
I'm good at explaining.
Good at looking resolved, claiming I evolved while complaining about the feelings you bring.
I'm good at looking away.
Good at laughing with friends, send a look that quickly ends, oh I wonder what he would think or say.
I'm good at putting on an act.
Cause feelings are annoying, I have to keep avoiding, for a moment my cover almost cracked.
But I'm bad at letting go.
Bad at actually being, bad at saying what I'm feeling, I started pretending a long time ago.
I say that I'm fine.
I make it easier for myself, I'll be happy with someone else, quick glances that's where I draw the line.
You see I'm good at pretending, so good my lies are going to be never-ending.
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Long lost moments in life
PoesiaPoems i wrote/write. About life, love, insecurities and not feeling good enough.