It’s a shame
Why can’t she be
Her own soul
But it’s not what I see
I tried to peek
The fantasies of her unreality
Of this pretensions
It’s all just her imagination
It’s a deep thought
When I fall
I just want to slam her
Out of this damn, sham world
It’s a wonder
Of her own underworld
When she unveils not
Her own genuine color.
Marie Joyce B. Negapatan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pretender-2/
