54. It's Not Going To Be Okay

But maybe it is.

What's the point of pretending

That it will all be okay?
What's the point of acting

Like you're still the same old you?

I'm not a fool

I'm no longer a child

I've lost that innocence

I can't go back

There's no easy fix

No quick solution

And no matter how this thing ends

Someone will get hurt

Because when you're gone from here

Memories of better times will still linger

And I'll wrap my arms around myself

To keep from falling apart

I'd love to pretend

That tomorrow will be better

I'd love to act

Like nothing is wrong at all

But I can't live in denial

The place where you now reside

I live in the real world

Where there's nowhere to hide

I can't fix you

I can't fix me

So what's the point of trying

When you've already given up?

Because when you're gone from here

I'll still feel like I'm falling apart

And I wish I was still a child

I miss that innocence

Author's Note

I like to think of myself as someone who accepts reality and doesn't live in a dream. The way I see it: sometimes life sucks. Sometimes things don't work out. That is the basis for this poem.