I have always loved to pretend,
To be something I m not.
Maybe this is why today
I can barely connect the dots.
I have smiled when I was breaking down,
I have cried when I was ecstatic.
I have fled when I wanted to stay,
Not knowing the consequence would be so drastic.
I have no regrets,
And I m not saying this out of pretence.
I don't want to connect the dots,
Let me stay just as lost
As the flame that loved the frost.