The Story of My Life.

Love, hate, anger, joy Felt it all at the very same time Crazy to think we were in love Crazier to think we still are I pretend to hate you And ignore you in the halls Hoping you’ll disappear And take that remorse with you The regret bundled up in my heart That says go back to him the one Who loved you like no other The regret that surrounds my thoughts Whispering softly you cant resist him Pretend is all I do these days anyway Pretend to smile Pretend to flirt Pretend to be happy And pretend I can’t be hurt The only things real about me though Are the tears I cry The words I think, the ones dancing on my tongue, yearning to be spoken, wanting to be cherished I try to hide it all though And only few know Its all pretend. Who would have though I could act? Not I for one. You would have guessed someone who have noticed. But like they say The show must go on So I go on Daily I continue the fakeness. Waiting for the day it becomes real. all the time spent on waiting. Not living Waiting. Waiting for the day I break.