Pretend Poem by Mysterious Writer 333

It's hard for me to move a muscle,
Anchored in my place, between the hustle and bustle,
Fear courses through my blood,
And I'm hurt till I can feel no more,
All I can do is pretend.

Corruption and destruction are all around,
Too scared to move, too scared to make a sound,
This land of mine is mine no more,
Their footprints are more prominent,
So all I can do is pretend.

My land, my birthplace, my safe haven,
My home, my country - all taken,
This land of mine is mine no more,
The shards of glass strewn everywhere,
And all I can do is pretend.

They took my land,
And because of that I cannot stand,
So I just pretend.