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Array ( [sid] => 61322 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Playing Pretend [time] => 2004-08-25 04:00:44 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I pretend to be alright
but I dream all Freaking night of you
why I don't know
or even care to contemplate
because I am through with trying to be freinds with you.
I pretend to be happy,
for a little while I am
then the truth hits me
like a iceberg impaling my heart
still people see me smile
it's just less charming
with more teeth
like a viper fixing to bite
mostly though it's that I appear
a little spacey
staring wide eyed straight ahead
not seeing or hearing the slightest thing
and I wonder is this what it's like to be dead
my happiness in not contingent on anyone
nor does my loneliness forgive me
for not lunging at the first guy
who presents me with a rotten apple as a romantic gesture
I wake in the morning with dried tears in the corner of my eyes
I don't belong here
I don't belong anywhere
my baby gave up while I was at work
strange,but I knew he wouldn't make it
nobody knows but me
so I just pretend to be happy
while my misery is killing me.

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Playing Pretend

Contributed by sheri on Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 04:00:44 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I pretend to be alright
but I dream all Freaking night of you
why I don't know
or even care to contemplate
because I am through with trying to be freinds with you.
I pretend to be happy,
for a little while I am
then the truth hits me
like a iceberg impaling my heart
still people see me smile
it's just less charming
with more teeth
like a viper fixing to bite
mostly though it's that I appear
a little spacey
staring wide eyed straight ahead
not seeing or hearing the slightest thing
and I wonder is this what it's like to be dead
my happiness in not contingent on anyone
nor does my loneliness forgive me
for not lunging at the first guy
who presents me with a rotten apple as a romantic gesture
I wake in the morning with dried tears in the corner of my eyes
I don't belong here
I don't belong anywhere
my baby gave up while I was at work
strange,but I knew he wouldn't make it
nobody knows but me
so I just pretend to be happy
while my misery is killing me.

Copyright © sheri ... [ 2004-08-25 04:00:44]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Playing Pretend (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 05:27:53 AM AEST
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I hear ya but we all get tired.
Death is easy but living is hard.
Sad but really understandable 'cause we all have our days. Written like a pro.
lv, huggs, faith, hope, peace, inner joy,
emy

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