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;
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