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.