I pretend not to be upset.
I pretend that I don’t hear the whispers,
the quiet remarks you make about me.
I pretend that I don’t see;
see the way you look at me
I pretend that I don’t care.
I pretend to be comfortable with who I am.
I pretend to know who I am.
But really I’ve been pretending for so long,
that I don’t know who the fuck I am.