Folks Tell Me

Folks tell me I’m trying too hard.

They say, he’s larger than life,

And he dresses all right,

But let’s not play that card —

Folks ask, that Frodo, why does he try?

Why does he analyze and wait,

And joke when the times not right?

Isn’t he too much —

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They seem to think that talent is luck.

But it’s hard work, to live life large —

And I’m not great at all.

Why can’t they see?

Why are they so blind?

Why, it’s because I hide

Behind this disguise of charm —

Nobody come close to me,

There’s nothing there to see —

Just an empty black hole of despair,

Gasping for air,

Choking on nothing.

Sad nonetheless —

*****

Folks don’t dare peel back the pages.

If they do they shouldn’t,

Would find rage, unhappy feels,

Unhappy meals are all that I eat,

So I don’t, shrink that tummy —

And my love today just lost control,

She couldn’t speak,

Right arm weak,

And I am no longer in control,

Like a barrel I roll.

Down and down and explosion sound —

*****

Folks seem to want to befriend me.

I don’t know if that’s possible,

Why can’t he just lose control?

In front of us.

And be himself —

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But even if I can I will not do it.

There’s nothing to it, dude —

Too afraid, fear strangles

And chokes me, with nothing.

Sad nonetheless.