Pretending

 Am I real?

I’m not so sure

I look in the mirror

I see myself

but I don’t feel it

Maybe I’m too numb

to feel anything anymore

I’m a compliation of everyone I know

So I don’t know me anymore

Little bit of do this, and that

my foundation is build on other’s lust

for things that don’t mean anything to me

I hear myself talking

but i don’t recognize my voice

my ears are buzzing with noise

it’s not really me

it’s this imposter that’s been brought up

to say and do the things that are acceptable

when you strip me down to my core

I’m a lonely, grim soul

I’ve lost all my colour

trying to please people

I can’t people please people to love me

believe me, I’ve tried

eventually they get sick of me

and I’m so tired

of pretending

Reviews

[willweb]

I believe we all pretend to a certain extent because in a world that seems to judge everything we do, it is often very hard to be ourselves. Though for me, I have a different outlook and do my best to be regardless of the things that (are) might be said. I do understand this though because there was a time when what others thought, mattered to me. But, I just go about each day now being the best I can be and if someone else doesn't like it, too bad. I know, probably more than you wanted to hear but your poem had so much emotion driving it that it compelled me to speak. Nicely done.

[Celie Rose]

I enjoyed your poem. Trying to be someone else may work for a while. Seeking acceptance or fitting in isn't an easy task. I feel that you should be yourself, no matter what. Nicely written and expressed.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Beutifulybroken, a great satire, a great justification of how we delude ourselves,
to temptation, love it, :P
happy early halloween!
-----Maynard, and good evening

[Dara]

Your words have moved me in leaps and bounds. This piece alone shows what a deep, beautiful soul you are. Don’t let others hide your light in their shadow. Let your spirit soar and keep writing. You have found your voice now let it be heard loud and clear dear poet. Hugs!!

[D. Mansfield]

This writing struck me. Like a sledge hammer hitting an anvil. I am not even able to voice the appropriate words, but they would be k8nd, tender, supportive, and awestruck. Your writing pulled things from my insides that I didn't know. Like a book with only a chapter left, I will wait til I'm settled in for the evening and plow through the magic that you write. Thank you so much for this. . Gift

[Matthew Kult]

Majestically honest. Deeply lonely.

Great read

With love,

Matthew

[emmajoygreen]

Such a sadness in your words from beginning to end, finely written, full of a writer's promise but, what a tragedy, dear writer. Perhaps there comes a time when enough is enough and you move into trying to think of pleasing yourself by being yourself. It's not easy but neither is it selfish. You will find friends because behind within your writing is such a strong urge to be.. to exist. Takes courage to feel like that - now time to go for it, yes?

[beauitifulybroken]

I think my natural state is that of melancholy and a lot of people get tired of being around that all the time, but you know I think I may take your advice and find comfort in myself. Thank you for the kind and meaningful words.

[emmajoygreen]

Feel free to say hello if you ever want to. :)

[Amorous Palm]

This poem really stood out to me because it is very detailed and makes me feel like Im not alone.

[beauitifulybroken]

Your never as alone as you think you are, my friend. Thank you for making me feel less alone too :)

[Amorous Palm]

Ofcourseee