on the fence

it hurts, to sit on something so very uncomfortable and only an idiot does something like that so says the wise man who is not very wise by my standards but who am i? a nobody, someone you pass by one the streets without a hint of recognition for i carry no banner, i carry no flags for i will not lighten your burden, i have my own to carry and yet i do not bring false hope when lies cannot be told from truth. did you not know that the best promises are the ones we rather not know? how the human heart deceives, it burrows, it digs, it hides and all you can see on the surface so calm: you like it that way. this i sit, on the jagged edge pretending that all is well when you ask if i am confortable, and i have to nod and give you what you want. you will appear shocked, if i said this is what you want, this slap on the face, this insult, this humiliation of what you hide within your heart.