pretending


is a pain inside me that I must hide…
outside, there, somewhere, some wolves
if would feel me howling of suffering,
would eat me alive
a reason for pretending everything is fine,
acting like a sycophant by flattering them
just to let me be
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Eric Clapton