Every one of us walks around pretending every day
Like we don’t ever feel the pain
Like there’s no rightful reason to feel it without shame
As if all the wrong was self-inflicted
Should not those who have wronged us be the ones convicted?
Why we torture ourselves with the blame I can’t even begin to explain
Why do we feel we must prove our selves to no one but ourselves as we push our way thru each day
No matter the lack of or actual sense in the arguments of those trying to help honestly seems to make no difference
You’d almost think I enjoyed all we’ve endured for why else would we do it?
Why continue to love the unobtainable?
Feed the unsustainable, fill what’s never drainable
Fighting the inevitable, hiding the uncontainable, hold the unrestrainable
Still pretending we’re not somewhat unstable
Yet we’re barely able to get up let alone move on
Barely breathing yet we carry on
Looking at the world today, I have trouble pretending