The Truth Is...

It's just how I'm feeling at the moment

Dancing in the dark is definite mark of my desperation.
My clandestine anticipation
Of your attention
I’m trying not to mention
How much I need you
How much I see you as a reflection
A mirror image,
So much like me that
I don’t want it to be
I don’t think I’m what you need
You see
I’ve tried to hide
Who I am
And What I am about
But without a doubt
I am still me
With no apologies
No wicked anthropology
Please don’t try and study me
I’m inaccurate at the least
Disruptive at my best
Let’s just call it what it is
And say I’m a mess
So don’t test me
Just leave me be
I can’t stand to bother
To listen while you scream and holler
Cause the truth at the heart of the matter
Is I don’t care enough to listen…