Their Non-Eagerness To Know Me
I am as well as any sick person has a right to be
From the outside, people may labeling me as carefree
Not knowing the monster inside who is terrified
staying up nights, grinding her teeth, trying to ignore
the monster within.
I am singing, and dancing, pretending in all the right ways
that life is optimistic and hopeful and kind,
Keeping my tears and jeers to myself.
How would knowing benefit others?
Why bring them down with me?
I am living the dream,
doing the dance, being the one
Others think has her act together
Scoffing at their non-eagerness to actually know me.
Gloating in my superior knowledge of the turmoil that is mine alone…
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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