Pretend

"Pretend. Play pretend." So I pretend I’m alright.
Watching minutes, hours, months as they tick so quickly by.
In the end, there’s no time to fix your past mistakes, so I go on working, never lingering, but still, I wonder why.

There is no explanation; I was headed straight for the top.
All those years of toil went to waste.
I gave up everything and got nothing in return.

No. I got less than nothing because what I worked for was my chance for a future.
Now, I toil on, unsure of what else to do.
Work is my escape from the world as I see it.

Each morning, I go to job 1 and become more impressive everyday.
Then it’s off to job 2 as I work late into the night.
No friends - no time.
Not then, not now.

There has to be something I said, something I did.
Something to warrant the insult.
Maybe, if I worked a little harder, got a little closer, I’d find out why.
But for now, I’ll just keep going until the day I stop pretending.
The day I’ll live again.