Playing Pretend
broken smiles,
and broken dreams
the stitching has ripped right out of the seams.
a tear down the cheek,
of a young girls face
as honor is easily turned
to that of disgrace
behind the closed door
the room is a mess
with broken heart peices
shatterd from my chest
dont bother to clean it
i'll do it myself
i dont need you
nor anyones help
the wounds wont heal,
the cuts wont mend
i'll just collect my self
and keep playing pretend
-J.Kushner