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I cannot tell a lie, and so the world must cry.

I used to care, but caring brought expectation, and

Expectation left me wanting.

It should be, when I see you, and you see me, that

We would both be filled with glee, but things

Aren’t always as they should be.

I wish we were of one accord, and I made

You laugh when you were bored. Still it seems that

When I sing a tune, you’re exploring upon the moon,

But wouldn’t it be nice if there were singing on the moon.

I seem so cold,

I stare so pale,

The case seems stone,

But the contents frail,

Or at least they seem to change.

The problem is I don’t act the way you want me to,

When you are sad and my skin won’t turn blue,

Then you pick out a fight and expect me to help,

But I know that you picked it, so why should I yelp.

Wish we made each other smile,

Maybe we’ll get the hang of it after awhile.

Brandon Falk