and I won’t let it show,

Daylight impedes the thought process.  In the company of others I am someone else.  I don’t like her any more than I like myself, but these things can’t be helped.  Always a people pleaser, they get what they want.

Sometimes I grow tired of constantly catering to other people.  But they don’t know.  They don’t see the thinly concealed anger and resentment.  The don’t see the barely restrained violence.  Ignorant and happy, content that I am as well, content that they are not in harm’s way.  Do I fear for them?  No, I know the limits of my own control.  Perhaps they should fear for themselves.  Caution never hurt, and maybe it would be good to tread more lightly.

The weakness in others amplifies the weakness in me.  But I maintain control, over emotions, over my actions.  I am powerful.  I am strong.  So it seems to Them, those that need someone solid in their lives, those who want to believe I’m not human, because it’s easier for them that way.  Frankly, it’s easier for me as well.  Unable to forsake emotion, I keep it under lock and key.  I am a farce, a faker, an imposter.  I don’t belong here.  But they don’t know.

And to them, ignorance is bliss.