The Pretentious

The secrets that are eating away at our insides,

The smiles we use to look happy when really we're sad, 

The cover-up's, and the masks to hide just who we are..

Make us different, and interesting. 

Then I think that it would be better if these things came out,

instead of letting them tear you to pieces.

Thank-you.

You make me smile. You make me feel. Again. You make me remember hope. You make me remember the butterflies and endless smiles. You compliment me the way no one else does. And I don’t want to have my hopes too high. But you make me happy, and that is enough for now.