pretendpretendpretend (it feels good)

i zombie walk the dark hall
in my sleeping house,
arms spread out bracing for the hit
but instead my fingers gently brush the doorknob.
your words slice through me;
multiple layers both
fabricated and real.
maybe if i chant a phrase enough,
i will believe it.

there was always a misunderstanding
and still, you don't know me.
you cannot empathize.
you jab at me with a venomized tongue
but i know you are just hurt.
and i am here to tell you: it's ok.

you can't hear me

but it's ok.

and maybe
you just never cared anyway.