We all pretend

We all pretend,
All worried not to offend,
We smile and speak,
All worried not to sound like a freak,

Everyone follows all the standards:

You got to do B to be a real C,
Or if you do a bit of D, man, you’ll be a proper P.
One has to think twice, before a word,
Coz if you speak wrong- you will get floored.

There’s all these “Sorries” everywhere,
You fart-
“Oh sorry, I ate a rotten little pear”.
Come on. We’re all like that.
I’m too, a bit of a twat.

I don’t know why I say all this,
Just didn’t wanna give that thought a miss.
Just wish this faking bollocks, didn’t exist.
I wish we didn’t put our thoughts into a mist.

I’m sure it would be so much better,
If we all sat down and wrote a little letter,
To ourselves,
Where we all looked at a perspective,
At ourselves,
In which we wrote all hidden shit,
About ourselves,
All truths, opinions and thoughts,
About all the missing faults.

So we could find our real roles,
And set some real life’s goals.
So we could filtrate off,
The people who should fuck right off.
And leave just one, or two,
Or maybe even three,
With whom, you build your own life’s tree.