If you happen to hear the confidence of my mouth
you wouldn't necessarily know
that I'm the same little boy who's emotions would constantly show
on my sleeve, on my forehead, so easily to be read
yet experiences have bellowed to me to keep
off the surface, forget under the covers, but straight under the bed.
To familiars i may joke too much, to strangers
i may show little or no emotion.
Its like i hate everyone and yet still love the chaos
entitled humanity and all the commotion.
I suppose its like the words from Collective Soul
its "The World I Know"
the extravagant, the mundane, the ever changing show.
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