PRETEND TO BE WELL


So I laugh and make jokes about things in my past,
about things that I presently can't handle.
And I cry and I moan, it's a vast contrast,
when things grow immensely dull.

And now I've found out it's not just black and white,
there are red and blue and grey in between.
I fly so high in search of light,
then crash into the endless ravine.

The peekabo is over, I cannot hide no more,
from the things I don't want to see.
It's easy to laugh and blindly ignore,
and pretend that your spirit is free.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-10-17 at 00:18

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We all wear the appropriate mask my friend, but you are right, it is pretty pointless at the end of the day, we can't hide from ourselves can we? Smiling at you, Tai, a perfect mistress of deez skies...x
2008-10-17