Look, at that cup of coffee
Standing there
Without the fear of getting cold
The sun heats it up before a singel degree
Even starts to think about leaving

Look, look at that mountain
Standing there
Stronger than any hous or tree
Never like the ice afraid of breaking down

Look, look at time
Always moving forward
Giving people hard times
Never letting them have a single second back

Look, look at that kindergarten teacher
Teaching kids things he knows
Things he knows that he knows
Never afraid to be outsmarted

Look, look at that child
pretending better than anybody else
Turning nothing into play
Degrees into creatures
Mountains into needed friends
Time into the the enemy
And the teachers into outdated non fiction
Because she knows
Fiction is her home.

there should be a oscar for the best smile
in the situation of a breaking heart.
i have become the greatest actress these past months,
swearing happiness in rhymed couplets,
and faking laughs while my soul cried.
i know you feel the same way i do:
and you deserve recognition for this performance
i can watch from across the pub -
your laugh seems genuine, your eyes are not,
as you wish them a happy honeymoon,
and secretly wish he was with you.
we deserve a prize, you and me, for an act
so accomplished only other actors can see.
we are the greatest pretenders, after all,
as we weep on the inside but carry on,
swearing to everyone but each other
that we are, we will be alright,
that we are not in love with what isn't,
that we won't forever be wishing
for what will never be.

(we deserve an award at least,
because we know we will never have them.)

cs

Show                                                      That
them                                                       they
   the                                                         love
smile                                                      to see


                                  :)

Even                 ­                                          happy
     if                                                         Be
         it                                                  to
          ­    means                       pretending
                          faking it and

There's a depressive side of me?
No.
That's how I'm.
When I'm not like that,
Is when I'm really pretending.

Listen-
Hear no sound.
Feel only the wind against your face,
Quick to turn into sharp wings.

Run with me in the silence,
Take my hand,
And I'll show you worlds
That you could only have dreamed of.

Catch the air with your wings,
Feel it seep into your soul,
Let it touch your heart,
Right where it belongs.

Listen-
Can you hear that?
The faint screaming of the mindless,
The sound lost on the edges of the wind.

Just the faintest traces of insanity,
Lost to all but me,
I can hear the screams in your head,
There's nothing I can do to help.

I will fight for you,
And live when you cannot,
Find the purpose of life,
And smile since you never will.

Listen-
The wolves are howling at the full moon,
In the darkness,
Where the wind is still.

Weapons in hand,
Sparkling silver like the moon,
Fighting for a reason,
Nobody understands.

There's no way to turn back now,
Turning into the fight,
Fake it until you make it,
It's all about pretending.

Listen-
Can you hear the beat of my own heart?
It's ******, It's never the same,
Changing just as much as the wind...

They believe I'm a lost cause,
Lost in my own world,
Far from the total truth,
Crazy, oddly different.

If only they knew what kind of things I've heard,
Listening when everyone forgets,
Taking in the surroundings,
And making them apart of me.

My emotions dry and crumble as leaves do.
The smell of pumpkin and cardamom
Reminds me of the day I cut myself
Deeper than I ever had before.

Among friends and family
I feel more alone than ever
It is suppose to be a happy time
But here I am with a fake smile
Pretending to be happy
Why is that?
What am I missing?