have you ever thought
of the reason why i was so
loud and annoying and
maybe even obnoxious?
perhaps it was easier
to hide the misery
and the pain
and the regret
behind a careless attitude.
the constant loud laughs?
the screams of happiness?
the little weird dances?
has it occurred to you
that maybe the reason i do
what i do is to create a cover story
to sell something that wasn't real?
