The Shame in it All

the questioning glares gaze at me

wondering, pondering why i do what i do

or say the awful bitter things i say

trying to reason the hopeless expression on my face

or why i no longer care to care about a thing

they question with gazing and glares

its a shame theyll never know the reason why

i do all these things, why i give up

its a shame theyll never know i was terminally ill