I pretend...

I pretend to be strong,

But I am not.

I pretend to be ok,

But I am not.

I pretend to be you,

But I am not.

What I am is a question that

I ask often ask myself.

I see people around me,

Climbing the ladder of success faster than me,

They are shrude, rude and mean,

Behind there success lies the unhappiness unseen.

To me they are a corpse,

Dying to be alive,

Trying to act human,

But lost in the race of time.

When I look back,

I find no regret,

But I often ask myself,

Am I happy to be where I am?

What I get back is an answer to myself,

That is that "I pretend"