I wrote this when I was still figuring out who I am and when I was clearly lost, about 2 years ago. Here goes:
Fake friends
I'm tired of pretending
That I'm always happy
When I'm some times
NOT!
I've got fake friends
Who call themselves
My friends
When they're NOT!
دوستوں are true,
They don't lie,
They don't pretend
And they're there 4 u.
My دوستوں aren't true,
They do lie,
They pretend every day
And they aren't there 4 me.
How can 1 be happy
When they're pretending
And hiding
From reality.
No 1 is gonna kill u
When u stop pretending
They'll have 2 except u
As u'll have 2 except them.
I know it will be hard
2 turn away
From the fairytale life,
But I don't wanna pretend anymore.
Don't know where I'll go
If I don't have
These fake friends,
That makes me scared.
My world seems so small,
Though I know many people,
Did many things
And enjoyed it without my fake friends.
What I want is real friends,
Not fake ones,
Real دوستوں is what I want,
I hope we'll meet soon.
So goodbye pretending world,
This is real life,
My life
And goodbye fake friends.
Fake friends
I'm tired of pretending
That I'm always happy
When I'm some times
NOT!
I've got fake friends
Who call themselves
My friends
When they're NOT!
دوستوں are true,
They don't lie,
They don't pretend
And they're there 4 u.
My دوستوں aren't true,
They do lie,
They pretend every day
And they aren't there 4 me.
How can 1 be happy
When they're pretending
And hiding
From reality.
No 1 is gonna kill u
When u stop pretending
They'll have 2 except u
As u'll have 2 except them.
I know it will be hard
2 turn away
From the fairytale life,
But I don't wanna pretend anymore.
Don't know where I'll go
If I don't have
These fake friends,
That makes me scared.
My world seems so small,
Though I know many people,
Did many things
And enjoyed it without my fake friends.
What I want is real friends,
Not fake ones,
Real دوستوں is what I want,
I hope we'll meet soon.
So goodbye pretending world,
This is real life,
My life
And goodbye fake friends.
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a گلہری, جائے وقوع in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a ٹٹو all my own,
And a little میمنے, برہ quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight یا nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a گلہری, جائے وقوع in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a ٹٹو all my own,
And a little میمنے, برہ quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight یا nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema