Pseudo

I pretend..
everything is ok,
that im timid,
and kind

i pretend,
in a way so typical,
that it pains me to smile,
so psuedo-ly like you

i pretend,
to be real,
and i pretend-
the breath i breathe helps me survive

i speak,
mechanically,
and forcefully as you do,
butting heads with unexisting concienses

i move,
automatically,
imitating your steps,
following along unquestioningly

i fear,
the things you seem to,
widen my eyes,
and scream in your terror

i fake,
just like you do,
and im nice,
while holding a knife

sharpened to kill,

i feel,
so fakely as you do,
emotions programmed,
to my typical situations

yeah..i pretend,
that i exist,
and walk along beside you,
pretending you notice,

i pretend,
that i care,
things matter,
pittying simplicity

fearing whats different..

oh, yeah, i pretend,
that people notice me,
when i speak,
wondering what being heard felt like

i pretend to be real,
when really,
im just a ghost.