Fake
They smile at me as I hand out the coffees. Suzie even goes so far as to say "thanks," then they turn back to their work. They assume I am happy to make the drinks and clean up their mess every day. Ianto, tea boy, the one with no feeling, no cares in life. Everyone ignores Ianto. I pretend to be content with a life on the sidelines. I pretend to care about their squabbles and hardships. I pretend to share their joys. How can any man live for this? I live for one thing only. For Lisa, I hid my true self and began this game of being who I am not. I may seem bitter, but it is better this way. If they took more notice of me, they might see me for what a truly am: a fake.