Pretty Pretend

Let's play a game,
Skip one, two, three;
But first, oh first, I have to speak the rules.
And they're only known by me.

First, I want you to close your eyes;
Look inside that broken heart you possess.
Tell yourself you're alright, you're just fine;
To this, to yourself, you must address.

Pretend you have no problems,
That your life isn't such a mess;
You aren't falling apart, second by second.
Lies you do confess.

Next, you must put up a smile,
Make sure it looks good, it looks real;
It's a genuine fake, false in the making,
This is how the game must feel.

Rule three is simple,
Just don't shed a tear;
Make sure no one knows anything is wrong,
That you have not one fear.

That's how you play my game,
My game of pretty pretend;
The definite way to lead a lie,
And keep your friends.

Let's play my game, pretty pretend;
Count them with me, one, two, three.
Fake smile, fake laugh, no crying; forbid,
And this is how to be just like me.

Author's Note

I actually like this one a lot...

Reviews

[ATG]

A very personal poem it seems. It was very well done just like the rest of your work. I can think of a few people who could relate to this as well which is a good sign. Overall, yet again, a good read.

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I like it too. It's a good poem, sad...thinking of pretending like a game is interesting. It's a great write Marie