Yep, that’s the game that I played, and for a very long time
I pretended I was happy when I wasn’t
I wanted to hide in the secret abode in the darkest part of my shadow
I used to play make believe with myself that I thought life was worth something
Then the shadow encompassed everything
Its own aura was too visible to fool me, the one that was pretending that is
I put on three costumes a day
One for work, one for the slow passing of the daylight hours, and one for my nighttime unconscious sleep
My mind told me what I wanted, so I went along acting as though it was the best thing for my soul
I pretended my mind and I were friends
But really it was an act of bowing down just as an obedient slave does to his abusive master
You see, I am in a game, a twisted game where I tried to hide from myself
Only I became miserable while playing and fell asleep
Jokes on me, I forgot I was playing
What’s the hardest part of this game?
Believing I had stopped pretending
“It’s all gonna be okay” I say
“I’m never gonna do this, and for sure I’m never gonna do that” I say
“No! Shame on you for feeling that way” it says
All the while an uncontrolled fire is raging inside screaming “Stop it! Release me!”
My stories, many stories keep me pretending
One day, I tell myself, the stories will end
The act will be over and the costumes will lay to rot
But when…
Today. Today is the day
I slowly remember I walk in a dream and wake up to the stories, the many stories
They crumble to dust and blow away
Shut down the lights
The pretender has left the stage