myself

"you're not yourself today." odd how you say that, when you do not know me. you could not, though the sentiment was touching. to tell you how i feel would never do. my everything means nothing at all to you. you say that you care, yet you know not what it is you care about. my thoughts are deep and without color; drab. I'm lonely, yet not quite alone; empty. content with my morbid dreams, and unnerved with your displeasure. you do not have to like what i like, you do not have to stay around. i will think no less of you to back out now. what i show you is a mask - not the real me. my wall has been built and in time it will become finely decorated. each word i speak is the stroke of a paintbrush, painting a picture so unique, you would never know it was not real. you do not know me me, damn you,
I was myself today.