Pretender

What is the meaning of life,
why am I here?
to drift through life so endlessly
without    a    single    tear?

Or, better yet a million tears
to ease away the pain
time and time again I cry
and    still    remain    the    same.

Oh, what's the use of crying?
The feeling will never stray
I’ll probably feel sorry for myself
and    pretend    everything's    ok.

Author's Note

the spacing on the last lines of each stanza is intentional.

Reviews

[laceyjane23]

I love this poem! you really have a way with words! I know that i have felt this way a time or two, keep on writing!
laceyjane