I wonder if he
Realizes how
Tightly wound,
Unhappy,
Harsh he looks,
Whether he has
Any understanding
Of how he comes
Across to others,
But I doubt
He does,
Self-awareness not
Being very important
To his sort.
His forced laugh,
A rough interjection,
His brow a knot of
Unresolved pain,
His words permeated
With simmering fear,
Uncomfortable
Countenance.
I’m sure people who
Are like him will
Readily buy
His act,
But I don’t.
