i've been acting weird around you all day. will you dare to ask me what's up?
no, you won't.
you prefer to avoid my pain, wish and will it away with the power of ignorance,
or maybe incessant positive affirmation.

who am i, to you? do you know who i am when i'm not talking to you?
i know you think about me. but who do you think i am?
are you aware i'm putting on a show? dolling myself up, sanitized, censored,
just for you? do you have the capacity to care?