Faking It
Sometimes I feel like I am not wanted;
And that everyone will be better off if I am dead and gone; including my kids.
I have felt like this for a while now; and I don't think anyone's noticed.
I fake a smile, fake a laugh.
I don't know how much longer I can keep it up.
A lot of people say that they are there for me;
But when I really need someone no one is actually there.
I'm told that I am a "fighter" and I have that "fighter blood" in me;
But I think that the fight has done left me.....like everything else has.
Copyright © Bobbi Bodle | Year Posted 2019
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