The Lowe Down

The Lowe Down.

You wear a mask of immaturity, indifference and idiocy; fooling all those around you because no one believes you can be anything else.

You'll never admit to anyone that you're still searching for 'the one'. With every fling you hope to find the woman who'll be able to love you. But with every failed marriage your hope diminishes more and your façade grows a little more. Those girls, the ones you wed; you thought that each of them would be 'the one'. But something would always go wrong and you'd be left with a heart that closed up more with each divorce. But no one believes that.

Another thing you'll never admit is that you truly admire, idolise even, Keith and Veronica. They've both had crappy experiences, like you, but the pull through each time. And they're damn good at the job. You truly respect them. But no one sees that.

You hear the little indescrepancies in your stories, notice the cracks in your voice and watch your tired eyes in the mirror. You stare at the eyes that aren't as empty as they should be, pick at your bitten nails and wonder how your cover is still intact. But no one notices that.

You've been acting too long, hiding, living under the guise of silliness, and you're getting sick of it. Your own bright voice annoys you and your jaw hurts from the often forced grins. But no one detects that.

You've broken up countless marriages, ruined many families, destroyed peoples dreams even. You had no choice though – it's your job. And you need a way to survive. But no one forgives that.

You used to be the quiet boy at the back of the classroom. You were the boy that helped others with homework, who babysat for neighbours, who never wanted anyone hurt. But no one remembers that.

You laugh at yourself at times, and you have to admit that sometimes you enjoy playing the role you do. You see yourself, the way you act, as funny. People say that you're a jack-ass; rude, obnoxious, cruel. But no one disagrees with that.

You're tired, lonely, smart, funny, un-content and grasping sorely onto the tail of a dream. But no one believes, sees, notices, detects or remembers that, and you're starting to agree with them.

Note: Another one I wrote while in the car. I was in a very analytical mood. Sorry.

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