it hurts, to sit

on something so very uncomfortable

and only an idiot does something like that

so says the wise man

who is not very wise

by my standards

but who am i?

a nobody, someone you pass by one the streets

without a hint of recognition

for i carry no banner, i carry no flags

for i will not lighten your burden,

i have my own to carry

and yet i do not bring false hope

when lies cannot be told from truth.

did you not know that

the best promises are the ones

we rather not know?

how the human heart deceives,

it burrows, it digs, it hides

and all you can see on the surface

so calm: you like it that way.

this i sit,

on the jagged edge

pretending that all is well

when you ask if i am confortable,

and i have to nod and give you

what you want.

you will appear shocked,

if i said this is what you want,

this slap on the face,

this insult,

this humiliation

of what you hide within your heart.