Pretense,
It is something you carry around
Like it is a part of you,
Like it is who you are,
Like it is engraved in your heart.

Pretending to be someone
You are not.
Hiding your tears
In the rain
Pretending to ease the pain.

Hiding under the blanket of lies,
Wearing the happy mask
When inside you are crying.

What are you hiding from?
Whom are you lying to?

Your pretense,
It is suppressing the truth,
Piling up the emotions inside.

When your heart aches
Let your eyes weep.
'cause pretending to laugh
Won't **** your grief.

Why build a castle of grief inside
When you can
Shed it all out.

Why burden your soul
With such a lie
When all you need is
To try.

Remember,
The world of pretense
Is a cage
Not a cocoon.
You can lie to yourself
Only for so long


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I spot it sometimes,
lurking around,
hiding under its cover.
Easy to spot,
hard to look through
it’s my reservoir for darkness,
that leaves my side in the dark.

There is no shaping it,
no holding it.
It’s a part of me,
My ******.
unknown and unexpressed;

A part that lies behind the face,
my hidden self.

That bit of me
left unacknowledged,
by the entirety of my conscience.

My encounter with this part
has opened a door within.
Possessed by it,
I’m standing in my own light,
falling into my own trap,
And living below my own surface.
But, living nonetheless.

I’m aware of it now
and not ashamed.
‘Cause My best hope lies
in coming to terms with my secret self
‘Cause that which follows me,
My shadow
Might be the dark side of my being
Everything that I do not want to be
But, it is the true spirit of life
And it shall live unharmed.


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