PRETENDING, A Poem by Deb Guillerault
PRETENDING
Aren’t you tired of pretending all the time? I know I am.
I am no longer a child;
Pretending is not a game I want to play anymore.
It’s exhausting, it overshadows everything;
It’s something I have come to abhor.
Aren’t you tired of pretending all the time? I know I am.
I will no longer hide in the corner, covered by other’s perceptions.
Your rules are no longer my guide; my compass lies within me.
My soul wants to be free from the dogma – it wants to sing, to soar.
Accept me for the person I am, not who you want me to be.
Aren’t you tired of pretending all the time? I know I am.
Time to cast off the chains and throw open the curtains.
It’s time to be set free. I have been hiding my light for too long.
The voice I listen to now is mine, not someone else’s.
I know this is my path and I should have been doing it all along.
I’m not pretending anymore.