And I too pretend,

Cool calm and collected at high end parties
Mean while in my head
I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

In nakedness my heart sometimes battles with pictures of things it wished for but never seen.
Make demands of her dreams and die on her disappointments,
Depression is boring, so I pretend to be perfect.
Perhaps I am no one
If I don’t exist in your world
But I am someone
In my lonely world
All I want is a little piece of life
A little love, acceptance and a little bit of affection.

I just want to exist.


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