Pretenders

A Poem

By Fazlin Margrose

I always craved to fit in
Wondered what it felt like to be one of them
A world with no rejection
No flaws in their perfection
Perhaps it’s just a world of fabrication
Their smiles are as fake as mine
Do they too pretend to be fine?
Do they too wish to die?
Their only way of survival is through a lie
Those who swear to never let anyone see them cry
We are one in the same
Broken arrows soaring through life with no aim
I wonder is the fire worse than this hell
Is it worth being alive if you are just an empty shell?
The scars on our wrists our battle wound
The blood that once ran from them a reminder that we weren’t completely consumed
To be human, that’s what we do
But sometimes we forget, monsters bleed too.

 

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