Confessions III

by mudrhetoric

I can’t afford to fake it today.
I can’t always be thing that I am not.
It wears you down.
To be forced to pathologically lie.
To be nice.
To be friendly.
These things are not me.
Why should I suffer fools?
Out of decency?
Courtesy?
Cordiality?
Pathetic human foibles.
And I, more pathetic still.

 

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