On Unwanted Remarks...

      I happen to understand that in your lonely life--no matter how you desist it-- you have this utter need for attention that you mostly mask with sheer sarcasm. 

      I tell you, your eyes can only conceal too much,
Your cynicism is a reflection of your fear...
Your bubbly antic and righteous blabber despense your fear for continuous rejection. 

       So, please know that I understand... 
and I'll try to patiently understand... 
because unlike you, I have real friends. 
Unlike you, I am loved...
Unlike you, I am grounded...
and, 
Unlike you, I am wanted.