pretending

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We ask the question, Why lie?   Well you see,  We aren’t the only ones being lied to   Everything is lies  
the Grand Masquerade  does not involve ballgowns and rejects tuxedos   the Greatest and Truest  faithfully make ornate masks  of emotion, donned just as the sun comes up and
Let's say hello And bid us adieu When we dont even know What we're going through.
Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a ballerina.   And now look at me: Caught up in this twisted dance for fools.   I wished for nothing more than to have stage,
All alone I walk through land I stepped on Looking for the cradle of the gusty wind The wind that accords glee throughout every minds Until contentment passed through and sing lullabies
  NO MORE
A threadbare silence wraps itself Around my hearing, Stopping the sounds that Have submerged my skin and It replaces the noises with My own hammering thoughts   Though I beg for 
MASK   the door shuts behind me   my truth sticks in my throat    here behind my walls i am real, i am broken, here behind my walls i struggle with feelings unspoken,    
She sits there, thoughts swirling around her A hurricane of hurt and pain There's no escape. They follow everywhere. Haunting and creeping through her daily life
Honestly? This confidence? A facade, a sham, a role played in the performance -- my life. Should the world be a stage, I shall be it’s greatest actor.
I remember the morning I was riding my tricycle
The curtains open. The audience is silent. My heart aches. But the show must go on. Fake a smile. To hide my sadden frown. Fake a laugh. To conceal the tears I'm actually choking on. ...
How precious seconds pass by me with haste. I grip its tail in hopes that it will stay. A force that acts poetically with space. "Leave me slowly. Keep me here." I pray.  
I am a perfect puzzle. A miserable mish-mash of jagged jigsaw edges that never seem to match up. An array of sudden splashed colors that do not make sense.Unless you painstakingly,
Shadows of the night Mortal enemy Of my soulless life That once again Has brought to the light What by day I manage To keep buried deep inside me    By day you can see
Smile, Wave hello, Be friendly, Be bold, Be perfect. They expect that from you, So you give it to them.   “What’s wrong?” They ask, if you only slightly frown.
I can play pretend. I do it every day. I've gotten so good,
And it's funny, How the pot's always calling the kettle black, Funny the hypocrisy, When you say, "I'd never do something like that," Funny how similar So many seemingly separate people can be,
I close my eyes and breathe as I try to remember my likes, my loves, my dislikes, my hates, my hobbies, my work, my friends, my enemies. I have to remember my character, my lines,
Stand up Run Jump Climb Play Laugh Sit down Cry Over and over again until the pain subsides some, only to begin again.
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