Altered House of Pretenders

Home is where the royalty is or home is where the bark is Oh! Please let’s stop pretending we think too much feeling lost but holding onto the dream on. We got a lot of living to do strong words you face it head on such high pitch society you know your limitations so well. Are we still the pretender making plans finding love again like everything is fine. But coming to terms with who you are. let’s be realistic only time will tell but your living in hell.
Do we play the game to our real shame? Our needs are worthy how we pretend to much. Like the song wearing our heart like a crown.
𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 Oh Yes! the dream but were left all alone. But we have a heart like a crown but so many ups and downs. So many years pass similar vein feeling unwanted bleeding like a thorn seeing the signs like the day you were born. Those billboard signs wanted or on the run. Now you feel so cornered or unwanted wondering why we aren’t good enough. Not reaching your fame creatively speaking your plateau.

This is serious and you know you're not having fun. So much crime you're in the heat it's not your song you cannot hear the words to your beat.
Things elude trying to be extravagant or over confident presumptuous do we all feel we deserve a merit. All human computer crazed we progress with anger hearing echoes full of illusions. Men and women full of fantasies cannot see things for what they really are. Your words have no guidance it’s blindsided blind eye of rage or the third eye it's your life turning another page. But we still believe everything around us is going to be okay. But its an eve of destruction why is our happiness so hard to find.Trying so hard to stay in the socialite attempting so hard to impress affecting greater importance but we are still back where we started the great pretenders.We are climbing up to the top tower all games what a clan of cults and religious freaks. Needing more love how we find our happy “Medium Culture” True Pledge born to be writers not trying