I am a pretender. I pretend..I pretend I feel great. I pretend life is good and I am always happy..when others ask me how I am I say good or alright when I am not..yes I am a pretender..
When I am weak I pretend to be strong..when I am mad I cover it up with laughter..when I want the whole entire world to go away I shove it deep down inside and go on..
When I don't want to be a mama anymore and am at my last bit of patience I simply ignore it and push it away..I certainly don't allow myself to own it.
I am a pretender...
When I don't have it all together I say I do...when I need help I never ask...when my daughter dies or another daughter is sick I plaster a smile on my face and get it done.. .I am strong...I tell myself I need no one...
When I want to scream I don't...
When I want to run away I don't..
When I need some space I don't take it..
When I need alone time I feel too guilty to do it...
Yes, I pretend...
