Storyteller

....and then you turn away, and everything becomes fine. You look at me differently and still I'm fine. Because I'm no longer that sorry excuse of a human being. Neither here nor there.

I'm myself from another point of view, a distorted point of view.
But should I care?

My mic smells like your breath, even though you've stopped singing our song. I have a new song of my own now, I sing it alone, and i still smile..... by myself.

I drive for hours, It drives me insane. I look at the people around me and I'm surprised they are still able to function normally. But they do, and I smile.

Can you recall the joy? the shear joy?
It's all I can think of. And it's painful.
Forget what I say.... I'm just a storyteller.

If I ask you to sing me a song for a change, what would it be?


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