Am Not A Pretender, Am A representer...

The only ones left standing,
are the ones not demanding;
you can't prevail,
if you're not good at pretending;
catastrophically i always end up offending...



Am not ashamed, you're entertained,
but i am not a puppet you can detain...
Stressed through your pain,
i have no right to complain...
Built to pretend, what's your comfort,
if it hurts,
i clean off the dirts,
just an incognito, who can't revert...



My miseries concealed with your promiscuous kiss,
i always get lost in your blissful bliss,
can't speak about the things i miss,
sometimes i think about using my fists...



I wake up every morning,
and kill all my friends,
who just want me to pretend what i can't pretend...
You're so captivating
I want it to extend,
but my soul is so hollow...
I cannot hide what's there inside,
all the things you despise,
i think i will repent;
but please don't force me to pretend...