Bittersweet the Lie

The word is that I'm hurt, and that 'tis a perfunctory job
that I am attracted to catastrophes,half-truths and empty lies.
The word is that you're interested and so curious to know
but mellow saddened features you put on won't make me show.
Such is the sentiments typical of one on the verge of desperateness
with ever lingering silence and tunnel vision for company.
I can do this for hours at a time and many more
and so can guarantee you would not last long in my shoes.
Sweet, it's not a wonder why I'm like this. why I can't breathe.
and I bet, I bet you think you know why.
but Sweet, please don't be so sure.
you just might be proven wrong, and
I'd hate to see you cry.