I'm really not all that nice
I just have an extremely dense
Filter
Some
Often call me a *****
But without that filter
They'd call me the definition
Of a living hell.

I find it odd that people think I
Don't understand what they
Say
Just
Because I'm not actively
Listening to what you say
Doesn't mean I don't hear
And acknowledge the words

And as I go through the day
Attempting to look on the bright
Side
I
Realize that, despite telling myself
It'll get better in time
That I may not have much of that
Time I speak of to begin with

So maybe I should go a day
Without persisting in being so
Fake
And maybe I should try
Just for one day to remove the
Filter
But first I have to brave the fear
Of the freedom that comes with
Uninhibited thought