Pretense

When I cried over actors playing dead,

my granny truthfully said,

“Don’t believe what you see or hear,

frankly it’s just a pretense, dear”

When I hurt myself in a playful fight,

my granny said, hugging me tight,

“Don’t grieve, why must you waste a tear,

it’s really just a pretense, dear”

When I felt betrayed in a game of cards,

my granny was the one to offer her regards,

“Don’t you worry, this isn’t severe,

after all it’s just a pretense, dear”

I understood my granny well,

she made her point pretty clear

but I’m beginning to read beyond it,

as my adulthood is near

Despite how different

my granny made it appear,

I wonder if she truly meant- 

“Life is just a pretense, dear”