Happy were my childhood days.
Confusion got fused with happy during my teenage days.
Now that I’ve seen different colours of life;
most of the days I wear a mask;
Camouflaging myself;
pretending, that today is not the same as yesterday.
Sometimes when the grief is high,
and pretending becomes difficult;
I stick a smile to my mask.
Then, there are some days,
just so good and bright;
that I don’t need the mask at all.
All I need then, is a big fat smile.
A smile that I smile.
A smile that I get.
Makes me happy,
And pretending goes all waste.
Inspired by today’s prompt:Pretend
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A poem stacked with mixed emotions, and I like the way you describe them with reference to the mask. The idea of sticking a smile on the mask when the grief is high is probably something many of us do at such times – and you have described it well. The last verse is on a much happier note and I love the final line, ‘And pretending goes all waste’.
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Thanks for enjoying these playful lines Millie. With the word pretend all I could think was a mask and I did think of the movie Mask as well – funny, isn’t it?:D I too loved the last line. At first I thought of keeping it pretend but found pretending to be better.
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