You are who you pretend to be;
The person that you desire to see,
When the mirror looks back at you,
And when you stop to pay your dues.
And looking at myself I see,
So much more than was meant for me.
I see joy and I see pain.
I see sunshine, I see rain.
I see happiness, and sadness alike,
I see a life, almost perfect, not quite.
I see things not meant for my life,
And then I look at the torrents of strife.
Not born under a lucky star,
No silver spoon to take me far.
A past wrecked by pain and distress,
A childhood taken by abuse and neglect.
But looking at myself I see,
Underneath it all, I can be free.
Because you become who you pretend to be
And I for one, will pretend I’m happy.
I’ve outgrown my stress and hate
I’ve taken up my rightful place
Begun to forget, and stopped forgiving.
And I present myself, a new beginning.
Because you are who you pretend to be,
And I will pretend that I am happy,
Till a day comes when I don’t have to fake
And then, my life, will for once be great.
