Pretender

Things are what they seem and not what they are,
Who knows what I see as red, you see the same.
It is a pretense that we believe in,
My thoughts may seem like it is real lame.

Ages back, it was known the world's an illusion,
We knew it and called it "Maya".
And still we believe in it as though it's real,
Searching for some place to go "Higher".

We pretend, we lie, we claim it does no harm,
Till we look into the mirror and see.
The burden we carry, the struggle we face,
The inner self trying to burst out free.

We hold back hurt, so we do not hurt anybody,
We hold back pain just the same.
We let is build and let it fester, like a volcano,
Waiting to burst one day and nothing to claim.

We pretend everything is okay when we know otherwise,
We believe we are being brave somehow.
We pretend that everyone is okay and it is not,
And keep up the pretense for now.

I would like a world where one is really free,
To be what I want to be, open never in a bind.
I would like to a world where there is no one fake,
Innocent as a child, no malice in my mind.

But I know that's never gonna happen,
And I know I am a Pretender......