Poetry

I can’t pretend

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Anymore that things aren’t driving me crazy

You don’t see how I feel through my eyes and the action I take to be close to you.

I don’t know if you will continue to ignore the signs right in front of your eyes.

And as you go to take another picture of me, I don’t know how to feel or what to show.

As sadness overcomes me and how you sometimes say having a girl like me would be nice.

But I wonder if this risk is worth it.

I think today I may say something as I’m tired of being quiet about how I feel.

Maybe I can pretend for a little more?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes