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Pretend
I laugh
I play
I run
I cry
I pretend, but
When i cry,
The tears stream
Like a river, and
Those tears
Are real
They, are a symbol
A symbol of a girl
Who has been hurt
A girl who cried herself to sleep
A girl, whos mothers words
Haunt her
Every minute,
Of every day
Moment to moment
Second by second
Those words
Are echoing
In my head
I don’t show it
But inside I’m hurt
Sometimes, I show it
But only in anger
And I say I’m hurt
But no one believes me
Because I pretend to be strong
I put others things
Before mine
But I don’t act like it
I’m dying, and dreaming
For a mom who loves me
A mom who doesn’t see the flaws
Only the perfections
One who doesn’t use her words
As a weapon
One who loves me,
As her own
And doesn’t favor
One over the other
But my mom
Says mean things
Things i can’t unsee
Things i wish,
She never said.
I cry when
Thinking of a mom
Who loves me,
Because to me,
Its different
One whos honest
And doesn’t cover it up
But, I can’t
Because it wont happen
Because, my mom
Covers it up
Pretends she doesn’t remember
Pretends, she is loving
And cares and
Doesn’t hate me
But I
Remember, and know
But I deny
Deny the pain
Deny the fear,
Deny everything
I‘m just angry
I say I’m angry
But really, I’m done
Done being hurt,
Making everyone's problems mine
Just done
I want to be myself
Not everyone else,
Unhappy, unsafe and real
But I don’t
I help when
I want to cry
I make everyone's problems
Mine, when i have my hands
Full
I pretend
But deep down, I’m a broken
Shattered, heart
Hoping to be found
In the light of someone's darkness.
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