I'm Alone All the Time

you’re sitting right next to me

you see my smile

you feel my arm

you probably smell me

you hear my breathing

hopefully you’re not tasting anything about me

but, unless there’s a sixth sense 

you have no idea what I’m thinking

I could be laughing inside

I could be crying inside

I could be mocking, sarcastic

loving, lusting, bored, depressed

anxious, distant, in France

naked, asleep, watching a movie

tasting sausages…

the list is endless

but if I keep my breathing even

my face expressionless or at least unchanging

and my body is still, my eyes straight forward

then you would have no idea of me

unless I speak, but even then it’s nebulous

some people are masters at speaking what they’re not thinking

this is an inherent contradiction with humans

there is so much going on in each person’s head

and only a micro percentage is communicated outwardly

yes an expert could tell about how I sit

or how I respond and what direction my eyes go when I do

but experts can’t keep me from taking a gun into a crowded arena

stealing funds from my Little League

cheating on my spouse, lying to a friend

but we’re not experts

we’re just people trying to get along, get through, move forward