Straight Faced Maniac-a poem

You think you know me do ya?
You know nothing.
I am a crazy, bona fide and certified.
I play it cool but it’s so hard to cover some days.

Some days I want to laugh in your face,
And tell you what a bloody moron you are.
Some days I want to pull out my hair,
And spit in your face.

But oh no, I gotta play it cool.
I gotta act like everything’s fine.
Gotta play it cool in this runaway world.
Too much more and this sugar coated mask is gonna disappear.

Yep that’s me, the sugarcoated,
Straight faced maniac.
Just go ahead and push me to my limit,
And see how very unreasonable I’ll be.