Hidden SeriousnessA two sidedness, no, maybe three
Is what you’d see inside of me.
You might call me moody, then you might not.
There still is a passion, the flame lit white-hot.
Nobody knows me. You just think you do.
So I still feel lonely, and torn up in two.
A cheerful person is what some see.
My attitude can be funny.
Dark seriousness inside me is being identified.
Like two sides of a war, two personalities collide.
This seriousness is serious, seriously intense.
I loathe annoying people that speak nonsense.
The least they could do is show maturity.
It seems like one, two, they can’t count to three.
Sometimes it’s stupidity that annoys even more.
They can’t do anything, not even a single chore.
Why can’t people work? It doesn’t hurt
To put out more effort. It’s not much to exert.
So under a mask, my seriousness hides
Like the Phantom of the Opera, a ghost that’s disguised.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]
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