Poem: The Pretend Me

Hey

I’m so sick of this world

Sick of falling in love with the wrong girl

Coz I always fall so hard

Hit the ground and I’m left with a broken heart

Hey

I’m sick of listening to time

No matter how hard I try, Im always left behind

I’m sick of feeling pressure

like a barrel pressing up against my temple

Thoughts filling up like a dresser

when the demons move into your head to get setup

And nobody really wants to listen

Nobody wants to listen

Sometimes I just wanna go missing

Hit the coast and drift deep into the ocean

Maybe then they’ll all notice

I hope no one will notice

Sick of the pretend me

Sick of who I used to be

Sick of all this foolery

I ain’t fooling me

Hey!

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