pretend

what can i say?
the hours are long
the pay - unsatisfactory.
and when i go home
throw my bag on the floor
take my face in my hands
and try to cry
because nobody's going to ask me
how my day was
or embrace me
encourage my tears.
so laugh at me
because my voice is child-high
but it's the only way
we can keep a smile.
i can't ask anybody else
ever again.
i say, gosh
wow, so exciting,
because this is pretend.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

It is good to pretend. I had better things to pretend with my self. This will be the bad dreams of the most of us. I believe we must leave work at work. Be content at home with friends and family. A excellent poem. Almost felt real.
Coyote