Sometimes we do pretend, we lie in other words. <br />We speak, a mix, a silly blend, we are like flightless birds. <br />No courage lives within, we are the dull and meek, <br />unable to stand up and face the demons that we seek. <br />So we are nothing in this world, the meaning of all things, <br />and what is worse is that our pretense has no wings. <br />We are exposed as what we are and what we ever hope to be, <br />and all the people see the faceless and a hapless misery. <br />You stand alone, propped up by shame and inner weakness, yet you think <br />that it is others who would sin and who would push you to the brink. <br />Look into glass, they make a mirror that reflects the real you, <br />then ask yourself to spend a day inside another person's shoe.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-pretend/
