Pretending

I have become so good

At pretending to be happy,

That I can’t tell that it’s fake anymore.

There are times that I can

Actually fool myself to think

That I can forget the truth inside me.

I can show a smile.

I can even share a giggle.

But those can’t fix the void I feel inside.

Inside, I am empty,

A hollow of my former self;

Plenty of room for words to bounce around.

I don’t have a purpose.

I’m not worth anything at all.

I will never be good enough to feel

Like life is worth living.

 

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