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…