2 January 2013
If I hide beneath my quilt, Maybe it will go. If I bury under sheets, Nobody here will know.
If I smile and wave my hand, It'll be just like I'm fine, If I laugh along with you, It'll be as if I shine.
But if I try for way too long, To please you before myself, I will shatter, like a glass, Put on the highest shelf.
I'll wither like a dying flower, Snow rest in a snow dome, Because when I pretend to you, I just don't know what's 'home'.
Pretending. • Opuss № I