My closest family and friends view me as someone who is extremely level headed and analytical. They think that I am instinctive, true to myself, logical, sweet and perceptive. nothing could be further from the truth.
When I look in the mirror I see a cynical, hard-bitten bitter man. I see a pair of black eyes that are perpetually hurt because some one or the other has walked all over my feelings and made my black eyes blue. I see a pudgy little eight year old who masquerades as an adult and who's seen more of life than most people do in several lifetimes.
Why is it that the people around most often mistake the signs that are so obvious? Why is that when they see you hurt and bruised and smiling they think you're brave when all you're trying to do is keep from letting your eyes betray your verity? Why does it hurt when you're good intentions are taken in a different spirit altogether? Why do you feel that the world has come to an end when a friendship that you always knew was sustained by your incessant efforts to make it work crumbles? Why do I see people beyond their external trappings for what they really are? Why do I get hurt?
When I look in the mirror I see a cynical, hard-bitten bitter man. I see a pair of black eyes that are perpetually hurt because some one or the other has walked all over my feelings and made my black eyes blue. I see a pudgy little eight year old who masquerades as an adult and who's seen more of life than most people do in several lifetimes.
Why is it that the people around most often mistake the signs that are so obvious? Why is that when they see you hurt and bruised and smiling they think you're brave when all you're trying to do is keep from letting your eyes betray your verity? Why does it hurt when you're good intentions are taken in a different spirit altogether? Why do you feel that the world has come to an end when a friendship that you always knew was sustained by your incessant efforts to make it work crumbles? Why do I see people beyond their external trappings for what they really are? Why do I get hurt?
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