My poetry collection

↭Pretense And Pretending↭

This isn't the life I wanted,
What am I doing?
Why am I pretending?

Pretending to be something I'm not,
Pretending to be someone I'm not,
Pretending, pretending, pretending,

I'm not a purple shiny ruby,
Or a classy diamond,
Or exquisite sparkly gold,

I'm a simple stone,
A mere rock,
With no much significance,

Is it such a bad thing?
Is it such a shameful thing?
I don't know,

But why?
Why am I pretending like this?
To be someone I'm not?

Living in lies, in make belief,
Feeding lies to those around me,
Believing them myself despite knowing,
That its anything but the truth,

Why? Why? Why?
Pretense is all I know now,
It's all I've ever known I guess,
But why?

It's not that bad to be a rock,
To just be simple and middle classed,
Or to be depressed or insecure,

Or wanting friends that don't look down on me,
So why is it that pretending is the only thing,
The only thing I seem to be good at,
And the only thing I have ever known

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