I play a game of pretend,
Still asking myself why,
I force a smile once again;
Amidst a sea of sardonic grins,
Donning a role I despise,
I play a game of pretend;
Like a balloon facing down a pin,
Struggling so hard just to survive,
I force a smile once again;
Dying a little more within,
Fighting back the urge to cry,
I play a game of pretend;
Mind going to places I've never been,
How I wish to run and hide,
I force a smile once again;
Will this charade ever end?
I hope; but it won't tonight;
I play a game of pretend,
I force a smile once again.
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M.J. Carlock
I find that words are powerful; regardless of their form, they carry influence over our lives, and we must wield their power with both wisdom and heart.
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Gosh this was extremely relatable! Loved your Villanelle!
interesting