How do you all manage this?

I mean, sit here and converse all day.

For the most part, at least.

Are your souls in agreement with your speech?

Or do you just thug through it?

I feel like an alien when in your midst.

Pardon me, for the words elude me still.

I've been wrestling with my feelings,

For the sake of appropriate things to say and do at this time.

We all know I am careful not to step on toes.

Definitely not the ones already inflicted with injury.

This is the most hard work I've had to do since it happened.

But perhaps with the sunrise, I'll make an effort.

To try and master the art of pretense

So the gloom that's been accustomed to my heart-shaped face,

Melts into the glee.