Pretender Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Happy I can act,
Depressed is what I am.
I'm pretending thats a fact,
Thats the only thing I can.

Nobody knows what's behind the mask,
They don't really care.
They will never ask.
About the burden I bear.

Trying to figure it out,
Why do I pretend that I'm good.
What's this life all about,
I'm never in the right mood.

Trying to solve this problem,
I turn myself to the despair.
Where do the thoughts come from,
Why is my life so unfair.

It eats me up inside,
Eating away my heart.
To many tears I've cried,
I want to go back to the start.