You blind me with flashes of laughter to hide your tears.
I know, I know your art.
Lest I should confuse you with the crowd, you stand aside.
I know, I know your art,
You never walk the path you would.
silent.
With playful carelessness you avoid my gifts.
I know, I know your art,
You never will take what you would.
dare not, for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.
dare not, being afraid that you would not believe them.
That is why I disguise them in untruth, saying the contrary of
what I mean.
I make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.
not, fearing I should not be paid with like value.
That is why I gave you hard names and boast of my callous
strength.
I hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.
out at my lips.
That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart
behind words.
I rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.