Fake smile

I hate to pretend to be someone that I am not some days.
I hate to pretend to be someone that doesn’t feel what I feel today.
To put on a mask and walk down that runway,
surrounded by fallen memories and broken dreams,
towards something that never seems
to be,
mine, or yours.
Or will last forever or even ever was.
Strike a pose and put on a mask.
Flashing lights like a hundred thousand questions.
“Don’t even ask.”
I hate to watch myself holding on to how it was instead of accepting how it is.
I hate the way I get lost in old memories, moments, images floating on every thought in my head.
It makes me lose so much time to build new ones.
I hate it,
but I can’t stand,
the way it hurts me,
so I pretend.

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