I'm me
It’s hard to pretend
You know?
That this facade
I show is real.
When it’s only a reel
of film.
A movie I play every day.
For all my friends.
Which hides
what lurks in the deep
dark pit
within me.
The hate and rage
I embody.
What does that say?
I can’t run away.
I can’t let go.
All I do is pretend.
Again and Again.
Day after Day.
Still it’s not
enough.
You still want me
To be
like her and he.
But that is impossible
Because this agony
is not shared with
her and he.
I’m me.
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