When silent, fleeting thoughts rendered
A darker hue to my mind's veil
Ill concealed in fake smiles I traced
In reluctance yet with welcome grace
And with a mock to those seeking explanations
And nodding their heads like they always knew so well
A me I was yet to be introduced to
And comprehension seemed impossibly sane.
And after some while of careful pretending
And crying and laughing to my rhythmic tale
And singing songs of empathy and callous kindness
They told me I must decode this machine of mine
To be let understood, stand bare to scrutiny's careless eyes
So they could reduce my pain...
Poor beings...
How must I whisper into your deaf ears?
It is the comprehended part that hurts
This mystery I is doing just fine!