I Hate This Pretending

I hate this pretending,

Telling everyone this one lie.

I hate saying that I'm okay

When I'm the opposite of fine.

I hate this fake smile on my face

When I want to cry with every breath I take.

I hate this feeling that I have,

A constant reminder that I'll soon break.

I hate moving forward

When I'm about to collapse on the ground.

I hate being aware that staying this way means

I must not make a sound.