National Poetry Writing Month
Prompt I: Confession
Everyone is different,
You need not get along with all.
Let others witness the trained side,
Only a few will stick through the fall.
Pretension is labelled as fake,
I cease to understand why.
It transforms everything into bliss,
Then quietly just passes by.
Out there, I have a social circle,
All of them know a different ME.
But don’t dismiss the anecdotes they narrate,
All are a distinct part of the same story.
Everyone has their share of rough times,
And each one needs his space.
That’s when pretension is the tool,
It efficiently masks your face.
It’s alright to be a people pleaser,
Eventually you’ll concede too.
But never try to confront yourself,
Else you’ll claim that this ain’t true.