Actually Pretending Poem by Vidi Wija

No more hurting the thorns
Friends of mine they are now
In this inside sinking thoughts
I am bleeding every and now

Like the hiding turtles
No one can see inside
As the burdening shells
No one can feel inside

To be what it looks like
Should be like this or that
To be who I am like
Could not be this and that

Actually pretending I was
Everything to be like it was
But it hurt inside me
It was crying in me