I don't write much poetry on here. Probably because I consider this public writing and my poems or lyrics are things I consider private. Have never really showed them to many people. It seems like there are a lot of things I had gotten too good at keeping to myself.
I wrote this last November. It was true then, not anymore though.
Faking is easy when you've done it for years
and you can't even tell what is true
They all tell me the way I must feel
because they know the things I used to do.
And I act like I care when I don't feel at all
I pretend to listen, pretend not to fall
Pretend to be there when I'm so far away
Pretend I'm not waiting for the end of the day
when it all fades away. It all fades away.