That’s not who I am.

You see me. At least I think you do.

I’m happy. Sometimes I am.

But it’s fleeting.

Each day passes and I keep getting meaner and crueler.

I believe that’s my shield.

It gives me strength against the surprise I feel

Each time you disappoint me.

You never promised you wouldn’t.

So I guess, I’m the idiot.

But that’s not who I am.

That is not who I want to be.

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