I'm tired of pretending,
Pretending that everything is fine,
When actually, nothing is right.
All these complications have caused me great pain,
And I'm supposed to have a smile upon my face?
Sometimes we are just not okay,
And we need to cry, or cut, or burn.
It's okay to be broken,
We can't all be perfectly together.
We can only pretend for so long,
Before we come to the point,
Where we can no longer smile.
