How much do you pretend?
Life is good - that's an easy out.
I pretend that tears are not streaming down my face.
I pretend that my life isn't falling apart in one piece.
I pretend that my life isn't falling apart at all.
I pretend there is nothing wrong.
I pretend life is normal.
I pretend that the the decaying and leaking gutters don't have any symbolism in my life;
nor chipped paint on the exterior of my house;
nor the drip, drip, drip of the kitchen faucet;
nor the flaky television in the bedroom;
nor the mattress that doesn't provide support;
nor the towels that are thread-bare and thin.
The symbolism is disturbing.
I pretend. Do you?