Pretender

Tears rising and falling

Falling on ashen cheeks

Dampening tender skin

Unheeded, unwanted

With no one to witness

Their last final descent

Desperate for freedom

From these bitter restraints

From this pain and despair

Battling deep within

A hot violent melee

Of fear, guilt, hate, regret

Of whom I really am

Of whom I will become

And what these people see

A strange mixture of truth

Of play-acting, pretend

So entwined and tangled

I cannot dare to breathe

No longer positive

Of what is to be real

What is falsely portrayed

Not sure of anything

Of nothing, of no one.